So I’m sure no one is as interest in my baby chick as I am, but I couldn’t believe how big he’s grown in one week. The night he was born I took a picture of him on my hand and I swear he was only a third as big.
We thought he was going to be black, but now his feathers are coming in, I think he’s going to be barred–you can see the tips of the feathers are white. This is kind of funny, actually, because the lady who sold me the eggs had marked several as being from her barred run–and this wasn’t one of them. I’m still holding out hope for frizzled (curled) feathers, but I won’t know until they get a bit longer.
I love the pictures of your chick! They’re so darn cute when they’re little. Too bad they don’t stay that way forever. 🙂
My nephew tried to raise chicks but didn’t have very good luck. My son always wanted to build a chicken coop and raise chicks–he’s now home from his mission, living in Utah, and we still have no coop. Maybe another of my kids will take it on.