The flock keeps maturing. One month later, the chicks have doubled in size. I was concerned when I only counted five, but relieved when I noticed the six up on top of the partition.
The chicks are starting to come into their own. Different colored feathers are appearing and their sizes are inconsistent. They're definitely more active and they like to hop up on heights unlike the silkies. Carrie named the smallest one Tips. The rest are unnamed.
Meanwhile, it's almost been two months since the hybrids joined us. They've developed color patterns distinctive enough I can tell them apart.
The chicks don't like to be picked up, but they seem to calm down if she flips them over in her hand and pets them.
There was one casualty: Our grass. The silkies in the free range pen murdered it in short order (It's a good thing yard work isn't a hobby of mine).
Our budding rooster's crest is still intact, as well!
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