Here they are, it's the Powder Puff gang. Things were several things I noticed this week. In spite of having no relationship these little hens are forming a family. When one is not there they begin peeping.
If you feel the neck on one of these babies, underneath all that fluff their real neck is only about 1/4" in diameter, it's really small.
These little puffs weigh almost nothing. Every night I put them to bed, one by one so I get to feel them at least once a day and they are so light and fluffy, it's amazing.
These little birds still like to be under their heat lamp. Third week of age means they can tolerate 85 degrees Fahrenheit.
On Monday, the first day of her third week of life little "Boo" flew out of the coop. Mary heard some loud peeping out on the porch and we went out to find Boo cowering in a corner, terrified.
The babies have now had two different outings to the atrium garden. The first time they just huddled together and said "W O W".
On their second outing the baby puffs decided to "dust bathe". Two weeks plus one day old with zero instruction, they love dust bathing.
Their little wings are coming out fast and furious. The silkies are not good fliers at all but Boo is proving she can get some air.
On their first outing the little hens got tired after about 10 minutes away from the brooder box.
On their second outing the hens had a blast licking plant leaves, tugging on blades of grass and having a little bath in the rich Florida sandy gravel and muck.
Our latest little flock is growing like weeds, they're more than double their original size when they arrived here just over two weeks ago.
