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From eight blue eggs, three of us were hatched, each a different colour.  Mum-mum says we are so quiet and cute and that it’s hard to believe that in four short weeks, us “lil’ balls of fluff” will be  transformed into rampaging baby birds demanding something she describes as ‘mealie worms’.  The worm things sound interesting, but I have no idea what she means by those baby birds…

We have slept most of the day in our mum-build temporary brooder (dad-dad’s slipping…).   Mum-mum has shown some restraint and left us alone.  It’s very scary when she picks us up.  And then there’s that flashing thing she’s addicted to waving at us.  What is THAT all about??


Mum-mum decided that today she was going to open the “worm-gate” and really and truly let us out of the brooder!  We’ve been a bit cramped because someone  *eyeroll*  (hint – he refers to poor mum-mum as a NAG, which is so untrue and VERY unkind…) has not built our adolescent quarters yet…  despite many promises and excuses over the last week…

freerangingIt was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time being allowed out and about.  We’d scuttle out and eat grass… and pick at things… and then someone would get a fright and jump vertically in the air (totally clearing the brooder…), and screech! Then we’d all burn rubber back into our safe broody box for awhile (about 20 seconds, actually) and then we’d all go and do it again.

Of course, I actually wasn’t scared at all.  I thought it was pretty cool…  I was pretty cool actually, and got a good strut going.  I did a full lap of the brooder – it was fine.  

Ginger, 4wks old

Ginger, 4wks old

It’s not like mum-mum wasn’t there the whole time and if we (erhmm… *cough*) the others freaked out she’d just call to us and we’d run to her and see the worm-gate and climb back inside. Ginger was pretty cool with it all too – she’s one classy chick, even though she’s a cross-breed – it’s the legs I think that do it for me, she’s just so leggy and poised….

Mum-mum took my photo again for all my cyber-fans…  Guess wot?? I’m a month old now.

Anyway, catch ya.




Introducing Sticky

Well, this week’s big news is that we’re all growing tufts on our heads and are looking pretty kooky.  Dad can’t believe how BIG we’re getting. We’re almost four weeks old too so mum-mum is hoping she might be able to tell which of us are boys and girls soon.  She still has absolutely no clues.  Poor mum-mum.

We’ve like quadrupled in size – maybe even more.  Our legs are getting to be thick and long, and we’re getting bald patches as our feathers grow and our baby fluff falls out….  we’re not chicks anymore, that’s for sure.  


Splinty sings to Dad-dad

Check out Splinty’s legs in the photo below.  He was chiruping his guts out when mum-mumput him on dad’s desk.  He is one loud chicken.  I was too scared to let go of mum-mum when she brought me inside – so she’s called me ‘Sticky’.  We blue’s bro’shave been hard to tell apart (other than Speedy) so she hasn’t gotten around to naming us all.  It’s nice to have a name now, even if it mocks me about my natural anxieties.  I’m not like Splinty who can be bought off with a few mealies!

Dad-dad’s supposed to be starting our new coop today – he’s got to get it done this weekend… these baby quarters are getting a bit too cosy and we need more room to run around. When mum-mum lifts the lid off the brooder these days – half of us launch ourselves onto the top lip.  Well, as the saying says… the early bird gets the worm.  Around here you have to be the early bird if you’ve going to get anything with ol’ Fatso around.

Anyway, its been nice talking to you.  See you later. Sticky.


Check out our brooder sitting on grass… quite a different view out here on dad-dad’s prized lawn. even though dad hasn’t lived in NZ since he was an apprentice, he still dreams of great green expanses of  . . .  g r a s s .   He just loves the stuff.  And I mean, grass, literally.  We’ve had quite a bit of rain here in Qld of late and the grass has turned green again, without Dad having to water it either.


Do you like our new perches?  Mum-mum installed them this week while dad-dad was sick.  We think they’re pretty great too- but we still like to huddle under the heat lamp at night.  Yep, that’s me Splinty at the front of the cage there.  Not moving from the front line while mum-mum’s in sight.  Never know when she might bring us some treats…. worms, corn on the cob…. mmmm…. zucchini’s not bad either.

Mum-mum brought me inside for a photoshoot on Dad’s desk this week and she fed me tons of mealie worms… they were great.  I rewarded mum-mum with some lovin’ too – now she really LOVES me.  Dad-dad asked today what would she do if I turned out to be a rooster and she said “We can’t get rid of Splinty!!”  Lol – that’s good news for me.  My cunning plan has worked.

Pippi, 3-weeks-old

Hi I’m Pippi.  Today is my 3-week birthday.  My brothers and sisters and I are wondering what mum-mum has in store for us today, surely just moving us outside and installing a few new perches isn’t it???  We like the perches, sure, and they are cool to hang out on and stuff (the high perch is THE place to be seen, by the way) but surely we should be getting a supa serve of mealie worms for our birthday, right??

You might be wondering why I’ve not been featured in this blog more to date?  Well, I’m a bit shy, and unlike the others I don’t go bolting off to scramble all over mum-mum when she comes to talk to us.   Mum-mum has taken my photo before (under sufference I let her) but i’ve not been easy to photograph evidently…  today mum-mum was determined because she’s starting to speculate about what colours we will be when we grow up.  Mum-mum was hoping I might be ‘lavender’ but she’s just found out that me being lavender is probably a genetic long-shot, and that I’m more likely to be a pale blue or splash coloured bird.  Don’t ask me!  We chickens don’t have any greater insight into our genetic makeup than you homos… (homo-sapiens!  don’t you speak teen?)

Anyway – have to fly now. Bye bye…

Mum-mum sold two us!  Yes, I can’t believe it either.  I thought she LOVED us!! Ok, so she hadn’t given us all names yet, but that’s hardly cause for alarm. I can’t believe she did that.  She sold one of the blue’s brothers (or sisters??). There were five of us and now there are only four.  I know we’re getting bigger and have become a little stinky… and loud…. and perhaps not quite as adorable as we were straight out of the egg…. but hey!  Selling some of us was really uncalled for!  

That’s me on the left of the group, yep ‘speedily’ looking for an exit.  Bub’s not with us in this pic – he’s the baby of the group, last hatched and the runt of the flock. Bub-bub always tries avoid getting picked up .  

the Blues Brothers

the Blues Brothers

You might be wondering who else got sold?  The chick (formerly known as Elvis) with the weird head gear.  Elvis had attitude (or at least feathers with attitude!) and while’s s/he’s an attractive lookin’ ara, mum-mum was ok with Elvis… leaving the brooder.

Oh, and don’t panic – Splinty and Fatso and Ginger and Flippy are all still here…  Seems she still loves some of us.

Bye for now…  Speedy.



Elvis has left the brooder!

Elvis has left the brooder

familyMum-mum took a ‘family’ photo today of us all in the brooder today just to show you how much we’re all growing!   



Here’s a single shot of me as well – check out the feathers… Not bad hey?? These babies get me way airborne now, so much so that when mum-mum leaves the lid off the brooder I can clear the sides and land on top of the brooder no problem at all.  Dad-dad is appalled and impressed all at the same time.

Dad can’t help but question how many of us are going to be roosters…..  :-).  They really have no idea – ha haa!  We’re just going to keep them guessing.  


Dad-dad’s watching our behaviour and social posturing, mum-mum’s trying to check out our combs, feathering and how we hold our tails….  

Is quite funny listening to them speculate about it.  They haven’t got a chance…. Bet we can trick them right up to the first ‘crow’.

splinty-17-days-old Howdy.  Ummm, yeah… I know! Wot has happenned to my body??  One minute I’m all cute and fluffy, and then all of a sudden my legs are double the length and the feathers are taking over!  But -I’m still the same ol’ Splinty deep down inside and you can trust me to be in the thick of it, ready to grab a treat from mum-mum.  Actually, mum-mum’s been back a work for a week, so we see more of Dad these days, and he’s always good to us and brings us worms and more water.  Heard him complaining about having to refill the water bowls three times to mum-mum last night.  He hee… it’s great fun splashing all the water out of them.  Mum-mum cleaned our cage out the other day and put us into this massive jungle world -it was TERRIFYING because we couldn’t see our warm-light and there was this weird white mesh that we couldn’t see real well… and we kept running into it.  I was hysterical… it’s a bit embarrassing, but I couldn’t stop cheeping.  Dad said it was ear-splitting and told mum-mum just to walk AWAY!!! Anyway,she kept talking to us and eventually we calmed down and just got on with eating again.  She gave us some corn too and that stopped me thinking about the giant green stalks that stretched up above me.  Was very glad to go home again though…


I’m not dancing.  And, no it’s NOT FUNNY!  


Mum-mum keeps flashing us with this hideous bright light and it’s seriously not good.  Poor Pippy hadn’t had her photo taken till today and she FREAKED.  She really lost her head over it.  Don’t think she’ll trust mum-mum ever again!

She took my wading pool away also last week and that made me really upset.  First she name’s me Flippy because she thought it was so cute how I liked to stand in the water dish all the time, and now she’s gone and taken it away from me!  Oh yeah, sure… she replaced it with a deeper one that doesn’t run out all the time, but it’s not exactly conducive to my wading preferences, because it’s too deep!

It’s chick-abuse, but no one’s going to believe we’re being abused by a child psychologist are they???  We need help… please, someone?? Dad is useless, he just laughs at us.  Thinks it’s funny when we stop dead in our tracks when he makes that loud noise that mum-mum calls farting…  And that’s just the noise… it only gets worse.  Please, help us.


About us

We are a bunch of araucana chicks growing up in Brisbane, Australia. We have a dedicated human family:- There's mum-mum and dad-dad, a cat named Sasha, and most recently a puppy they call Rufus... as well as an extended family of other chooks. Mum-mum has hand reared us in a broody palace that dad built us, but eventually as we get bigger... we make our way into the big outside world.



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