Bah...baaaaah...wha?

It's been a bad week for the ladies. The one-two-punch of colder than expected temps and a unplanned kitchen repair that stole the time allocated to finish the coop has kept the girls indoors.

They keep knocking over their feeder (I blame Babette, who is small enough to roost on it and still fit underneath the brooder lid), so they are unhappy, and I am unhappy. Well, they actually seem happy enough, just happier when they get to flap around. I, however have to keep cleaning up when they do a number on their brooder that would rival that of a rock-star-trashed four-star hotel room.

The husband was the last one to leave the house today, and he texted me with the news that one of the girls made a non-peep sound like a "bah-bah-BAH!"

"So, she's turning into a sheep?" I replied.

Tomorrow, the ladies get to spend the day outside. And there will be much rejoicing.

P.S. I think they are starting to go through their second gawky adolescent phase. Lady M is starting to get a weird mix of feathers on her neck, like the next generation is starting to come in. In the photo, you can kind of tell that her neck is a bit tufty. And just when Babette had stopped looking like she had a bad case of mange.