Dec 1 – Sometimes it’s all about having the camera and paying attention.  The chicklets had been perching in that tree (something every generation of chicklets I’ve had has done) when their mother decided to leave and I caught them all lined up.   Their wee heads are feathering out.  Around the eyes is the last place to lose the fuzz, giving them a spectacled look.  They are a deeper gold than the Buffs.

Sadly, we lost a chicklet to unknown causes – it just isn’t there anymore.  Now there are 9 running about.  One of the dangers of free-ranging in the sticks.   Doubly sadly, I think it was one of the pullets.  *sigh