Only a few weeks and the three girls are growing daily. Big feet, feathers and a huge grassy appetite with ever louder honking, makes me think that somehow our garden won’t be quiet anymore. The chickens just ruffle feathers and ignore them, but the girls seem very curious about the chickens and often poke heads through into the coop to stare at this busy, red bunch of rubber feet.
Just two more weeks and I finally get to meet them. Fingers crossed we bond and I don’t get pecked on the bottom!