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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…
It 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
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.
Splinty
the grass is greener 