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;-araucana chick, 2 wks old

Gidday, I’m one of mum-mum’s “hatch-three” chickies.  She thinks I’m pretty cute.  Well, I am…  I guess 🙂

Mum-mum been a bit distracted the last few weeks and ignoring us.  We squark when she picks us up, and she can’t believe the fuss we make.  She’s been feeding us chick starter mash, and today… she discovered that our crops are full as a goog – I don’t believe she thought they could get so full!  He-hee.  Well, they can!

Me and my chicky-siblings are all pretty much the same colour.  Some of us have some yellow around our necks, but not much – mum-mum is very curious about what colours we’ll end up (see

She’s also hoping we’re girls too, because she’s got no idea what sex the last lot was and is concerned that six of the remaining eight might ALL be roosters!  LOL – time will tell.


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

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.

Hi everyone, well we’ve had a real busy week this week and we’re actually officially two weeks old now!  Mum-mum and Dad cannot BELIEVE how much we a) eat, b) run amok, and c) or how fast we grow.  We’re losing our baby-fluff (poor mum-mum, this makes her sad…) and flappin’ up a storm.  Our wing feathers are coming in well and we’re loving it (think Kramer from Seinfeld and you might have some idea of what’s happenin’  in the ol’ brooder.  Yep – it’s been an action-packed week of full-on eating,  jumping, flapping, eating, squarking, growing, eating… and attitude!

Mum-mum’s been taking LOTS of photos of us, so she be posting a bit in the next day or so more updates from the coop. Until then… enjoy the video dad-dad has prepared for your viewing pleasure (ooops…  sorry, were not allowed to call him that – makes him feel silly :-)).

Catch ya later…


Splinty, two weeks old


Fun & games of Day SixHey there! Yep, it’s me alright – Splinty.  Had to sort out one of the chicks today for mum-mum.  They were gettin’ really uppity, and it was all about nothin’.  I was just in a rush to get across the brooder and she goes and gets all aggro with me.  Dad thinks that it means were roosters – hmmnph! – he knows nothing (eye roll).  Anyway, everyone’s doing it today; jumping up and down and holding their wings in the air, swarking at each other.

Everyone seems just a bit hyped up or somethin’… and when Dad brings us some more worms as a treat… it just goes nut-zo in here.  You grab one and run and finally stop to munch-crunch it, and then… Fatso comes and grabs it!  I swear she eats almost all of them and doesn’t even bother with chewing – she just bolts them down.  Such a guts!

I heard mum-mum say to Dad that we’re all but gutz’s this morning though – she’s already complaining that we’re eating her out of house and home.  So she had to refill the food bowl more than twice today – big deal!  Can’t she see we’re growing FEATHERS here??  It’s hard work!  Duhh!

flippy-gets-the-wormOur lunch snack today was meal worms… yum!!  Dad got over his squeamishness about handling them because he wanted to feed us.  When the worms came out, everyone started running around like mad things, and the cheeping and noise was ridiculous as chicks ran in all directions with worms.  Fatso got the most today – Speedy was really off form.  Oh well.

You might wonder why mum-mum has called me Flippy- well it’s because I’m the chick most likely to be found standing in the water bowl.  It reminds me of my egg and is soothing to me.  You think I’m exaggerating?  Check back here on this post (who’s taking the swimming lesson??)

I like it… so??  It doesn’t make me a big baby!

Speedy, 2 days old



Speedy, 2 days old

Well hello there!

My name is Speedy, and mum-mum dubbed me ‘speedy’ as I was the first chick to master jumping out of the brooder when the hatch is opened.  I’ve gotten very good at it actually.  Others have figured it out too – Fatso can do it, and so can Splinty.  Pippi could if she tried, but she doesn’t bother much.  Some of the other chicks are just hopeless at it and can’t seem to get enough air under their wings to clear the side.  Why bother?  Well, I noticed pretty early on that the hatch opening meant that some juicy morsel might be coming our way and I really didn’t want to miss out -especially as Fatso is so dammed fast at grabbing the treats!  I heard Dad say he’s making plans to increase the height of the hatch opening…. Hmmm, that will just make it more of a challenge!

5 day-old araucana x black hybrid-layer cross

Fatso, 5 days old

Perhaps it’s not very nice for us to call him Fatso, but hey – it’s her problem if she gets all bent out of shape over it.  Shee is, after all, not like us pure breed araucana’s – her egg mum was a black layer, and everyone knows that they are really “common”.

swimming-lessons1You might be  wondering what we’ve been up to today.  Well, mum-mum installed a swimming pool for us – yeah it was great until we all got wet and cold… and tired. Everyone kept trying to burrow under to get to the  best and warmest spot under the heat lamp,  and then everyone would cheep and shuffle… and we’d almost be settled and asleep, then… Bam!  Someone else goes and tries to steal the best spots.  It was incredibly annoying, but mum-mum fixed it.  She turned the heat up and we all zonked out for ages…

action-packed-day4Gee we had some fun today!!  We learned this great new trick – scratching and digging.  Mum-mum was impressed and flabbergasted all at the same time as she kept having to clean out our water bowl.  We also ate a LOT of food today, and Dad gave us some more of those wriggly things… wow they taste so good, but you have to be fast because Fatso (eye  roll) gets in real quick and runs away wih the lot!

I did know right from the start that mum-mum was rather taken with me.  She kept chatting to me and taking my photo… Then next thing I know she’s putting this bandaid splint-thing on my legs!!  splinted-chick It was very confusing for me because it made it very hard to stand up or walk… and really, I’d only just mastered doing it as it was.  

Dad and mum-mum had an argument too.  Dad had to hold me while mum-mum stuck this stuff to my legs.  Dad told her she was being ridiculous and overly dramatic.  I’m not sure what he meant.  

Mum had to consult with Backyard Poultry before she calmed down about it (see post).  It took her AGES to realise that she’d stuck a tiny bit of bandaid onto my wing.  Dad was the one who noticed, and he helped her cut it out of my fluff.  Anyway, the next day she took the splinty-thing off again, and after some adjustment time I think I have this walking this down to a fine art.  Also, this whole experience has shown me that I am truly her most favorite… after all she named ME first.


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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