Today I went to check on them, fill their water and food when one of them pecked at me. That usually means one thing. There are eggs nearby and I'm too close. Also, usually the one that is protective is the rooster. Maybe not always but from the 30 or so we've owned, that's been the case. So I went on a hunt and found the secret spot dug into the grass.
I sent the kids out to see if they could find the eggs. They were so excited! I am gonna watch to and see if the hen is eventually gonna be interested in sitting on her eggs. If she is, we'll let them hatch. I'll mark the ones that stay and collect the others. I really hope this one wants to sit on her eggs. This all depends of course if the other one is a rooster. I miss the crowing!
The chickens are 5 months old right now. :)
Chaz doesn't know he's getting little furry creatures for his room this week. They squeak. That's the first hint. Hopefully they don't become chicken nuggets for a big dog. It all depends if Chaz can keep them in the cage on his shelf above his tall bunkbed.