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We’ve got feathers now, and an intimidating stare…! Still not sure (haven’t looked) if we’re a boy chook or a girl chook, and unsure what the future holds if we decide to grow some.

Little chook is a month old now, and has survived being left to its own devices. No special treatment, no special food. For the first couple of weeks she and her foster mother (a Welsummer, not the White Sussex in the background) stayed outside on straw beneath the coop. Eventually, the chick managed to climb, leap, wobble, collapse up the ladder into the coop and it’s been overnighting in there with the rest of the girls ever since.