The two older chickens are three weeks old now and feathering, so they are at their middle school hideous stage. The two little peeps are still adorable. This aging process also brought us a surprise – Hermione is actually a rooster, and has been renamed Ron Burgundy. Roosters are not allowed in our area so we must find a new home for Mr. Burgundy.
I made new box-home for the peeps over the weekend. It keeps their bedding separated from their food/water dishes, making clean up a lot easier.
Look at that comb… ugh.
I am Ron Burgundy?
Anyone want a rooster?