Oh, you wouldn’t believe how cute they are when they are one day old. The laying hens’ chicks are hard to get close to, since their moms are there to protect them. But the meat bird chicks, that Lori buys and gets delivered from the mainland freshly hatched, are all on their own and are just craving to hide underneath something. They are comlepletely yellow and soft as cotton balls and their small tweets make your heart melt.
Or when they’re a little bit older, and have started becoming more independent. When I entered their shed, they were all vary at first, even scared, but eventually some would be brave enough to come closer, eating from my hands and even jumping up on my lap, expecting to find more food. They try to squeeze through everything, but if they end up on the other side of the fence all alone, they start screaming and running around in a panic until you catch them and let them go back in to the chick shed again.
They are funny creatures, chicks. After having spent some time among them, I now know that they are just as baby playful and teenager rebellious as most other animal’s kids.
As for the adult meatbirds, they tend to be dim-witted and easily scared. Not as interesting to watch, but funny in a more mean way.
Katja Malmborg 