I have told you all how crazy Toni the chicken is. She would run away squawrking like a banshee if you even looked at her. Well, the six babies she has raised have followed her lead (how could they not, poor babies?)
They are very skittish and I have never actually gotten anywhere near them. I throw food and talk to them the whole time I am out there, hoping they’ll calm down.
And while Toni has calmed down a LOT since becoming a mom the babies haven’t become tame in the least. Toni moved back into the goat house to sleep with the chickens and goats, but the babies have taken to sleeping up in the white pine every night. I don’t think they have ever stayed inside.
I am fretting today because it’s so cold. There is an old picnic table out in the goat yard and I put hay and boards around it to make a shelter. Color me surprised when I looked out only an hour later and the six chicks were in the shelter!
Now, tonight I was just out doing the second feeding and guess where they are again. Up in that dang tree. Cuddled up in two groups of three. At least they are cuddling, but I really doubt that they will have the brain cells necessary to choose between their self-conceived safety in the tree and survival in the goat house if it gets any colder.