The chickens are two weeks old today and already seem like adolescents. I try to spend a little time with them each day letting them eat out of my hand and get used to my voice. A few have gotten bolder each time and now don't mind me much, a few still go into spastic fits and fly into the walls. Today I annoyed some by catching them and inspecting them a little. They're getting a bit scraggly with tufts of down feathers mixed in between the larger true ones. But they're crazy and sweet at times and make lots of different cool noises. We've named about 5 - Captain Puffyhead (Brent's), Draco (Mike's), Hawk and Starlight (mine). And I know Alex had one but I can't remember it.
Last night I chased the deer out of the field again before they could wander too far into the garden. Today when I went out my tiller was upside down and one of the side grills dented. I don't know if one jumped into it when I hollered out there (I can't see the garden from the house), or if they came back in the night and just headbutted it just to send me a message. But in all fairness, they didn't eat my tomatoes!
