The Chicks are One Month!

You remember Ruth Bader Chicksburg, right?

And then our runt, Dolly Bird.

Our giant crossingfingerspleasenotarooster Audre.

Our punk rocker, name TBD

And our ginger, name TBD

As far as names go, we’re still throwing around Annie Yolkly, Tilda Swinthen, Hillary Clinthen, and Simone de Oeuffvoir…Thoughts?

At one month: We’re totally shocked at how fast chickens grow! We (only half) joke that they are larger each morning then they were the previous night. They’re now flying giants, whose cheerful cheeping turns more squawky and insistent by the day, especially when they feel like free-ranging in our future study. Which is always. And hilarious. And I’ve never enjoyed watching creatures peck my newly refinished floors more.

The girls adore meal worms, and eagerly come when called if you have said worms in hand. Shamefully, for LA chickens, they are TERRIFIED of kale (a treat I read they would love) and all scurried to the opposite end of their brooder shrieking at its introduction. I tried smaller pieces and hand-feeding too, but they weren’t having it. Super-food be damned. And they ARE still a tad afraid of the dark, seriously dare I say, they’re really big chickens about it! If I forget to turn the light off before it gets dark, so that the room can darken gradually, then they squawk to holy hell when I flip that light. And I’m such a pushover, that I usually turn it back on for them…

That’s the kind of chicken mama I am.

So it’s back to coop building for me,
I’ve gotta get these teenagers out of my house soon.


Can you believe they were ever (only one short month ago) this small!

The Chickens are Here!

We got chickens! We also celebrated our one-year anniversary, bought a house, and um, lived without a fully working bathroom for about 3 months, so there’s a lot of catching up to do! Showers too.
And of course there have been weddings. And flowers. And flower crowns (for dogs).
BUT I’m getting ahead of myself, so for now, let’s just look at baby pictures shall we?
You may be wondering where one finds chicks in Los Angeles.
Answer, the internet.
And then…
(insert that wide-eyed emoji here)
they are delivered via USPS:


We stained that floor ourselves, btw.
I expected they’d be a little spent from their journey, maybe a little wilted like wedding flowers when they first arrive, but nope, they were jumping up and down chirping when I opened the box.
I played mama bird, dipping their little beaks in water and showing them their food, and THEY HAVEN’T STOPPED EATING SINCE.
Here they are at one week old:
Ruth Bader Chicksburg, a Blue Americauna
Dolly Bird, an Olive Egger, aka the runt
Name TBD, but most likely Audre, a Black Copper Maran
Name TBD, maybe Simone de Oeuffvoir? A Cream Legbar
Name TBD, Judith or Annie? A Rhode Island Red
At one week: They all have wing feathers, and 4 of them have tail feathers too. They love to eat chicken scratch from the palm of your hand, tolerate being held, and flap their little wings in excitement, but no actual flying yet. The ginger does use strategic wing movements to block her sisters from eating on occasion.
And one more…
Notorious RBC, in repose.
Do you have chickens? Good chicken names?
Send any funny, punny, and/or feminist chicken names you can think of our way!