|Growing up fast!|
Like Henry, the chicks that our hen hatch shortly after our son's birth are growing up fast. They're now much too big to snuggled under their mother's wings for warmth (thankfully they've feathered out themselves nicely and stay warm just fine) and though the mother hen keeps an eye out for them, she's also the first to push them out of the way when it comes to eating time.
|Mother watching over her chick.|
Of course, I speak of Cyclopes in the past tense because, well, she didn't last long (and I didn't really think she would). She was blind on her bad side and it was only a matter of time before a sneaky predator got her. It's not clear if it was a hawk, a fox, a stray dog or cat or another of the myriads of hungry animals that gets desperate as winter sets in and their food sources hibernate, but one Sunday afternoon before we headed to church, all we found of Cyclopes was a pile of meticulously plucked out feathers. Poor Cyclopes.
|The chicks are quick when it comes to fetching scraps.|
|Look how tiny they were...|
(As long as they don't turn out to be roosters...)