Foxy has managed to hatch 3 of 4 chicks. She somehow broke all her first eggs, and I gave her a second batch, so she has been setting longer than usual.
She’s used her confinement productively to start regrowing her moulted feathers.One. Two. Three! They’re full size eggs and chicks, looks like two Ameracauna crosses and a Chanticleer.Seems like the danger zone.
Foxy is notably the least good-looking of all the Silkie hens, always grubby and making no effort at all. Just a slovenly chicken. It’s funny how different they are. Most times setting hens will try to shit away from their eggs, so they aren’t sitting in it for days on it. Makes sense, right? At least they direct it all in one pile not right under them, and at best they get up and go outside the box to relieve themselves. Not this one. Nope.
But she was determinedly broody, so I let her work, even though I had to muck her out in a way I usually don’t.
Next door, Daisy is a determined digger. She must have legs of steel. She goes all day, preferring the greenhouse where she can dig deep holes to the outdoor grass. She kicks dirt and straw against the fence with a thump, thump. Then she fills in the last hole digging a new one next to it, all the while clucking enthusiastically, like what could be better that this! The chicks are always spattered with dirt. I assume they’ll inherit quite the work ethic. At least two weeks old now, these Silkie babies are not substantially larger than the day-olds next door, although they are clearly more developed, with the tail “spray”, wing tip feathers, and longer legs.