Frankie and her mom have been exploring farther and farther from the front steps, which makes me nervous. So I keep tossing out bits of cheese to draw them back. I would have been a terrible mother. If I’d had children, they’d be in their 30’s by now and still living at home.
Mama hen is trying to introduce Frankie to new foods – grass seeds and small bugs. Frankie shows no interest in these exotic meals. I suspect she’s holding out for more cheese.
Most Old English Game chicks her age are pretty good at flying, but Frankie is pretty much glued to the ground. I think it’s because she has a film of antibiotic ointment kinda dispersed throughout her feathers. Hope it wears off soon so she can keep up with her mom.
All in all, though, she’s looking good. 😀