I looked over the other day and realized our baby chicks are as big (or bigger) than the big mama chicken we brought in to "guide" them in the ways of chickenhood.
Like, how chickens should eat anything. Lulu and Maisy were picky eaters who only wanted feed, grasshoppers, or worms. But then Here's Your One Chance Fancy Don't Let Me Down taught them to eat what's in front of them. Hence them eating a healthy breakfast of oatmeal and diced apples this morning. They still won't eat bread, but bread is nowhere as good for them as oatmeal and apples so I'm not complaining.
However, despite looking massive, these big ol' chickens still aren't laying any eggs. Javi came in from checking the nests this afternoon and had two eggs. We had a mini-celebration until he remembered that he didn't check the nests yesterday.
Yeah. Celebration over and dessert revoked for the kid who skipped his chore yesterday. Another week in chicken rearing.