Frankie and Johnnie have been spending more and more time with the adults, and I expect they’ll move to the coop in a week or so. I worry about them being on their own. We do get the occasional hawk, and they’re both big enough now to be of interest.
I love how Johnnie jumps up next to one of the grownups and immediately assumes an attitude of subservience. The hen pecks her anyway, but not hard – just enough to remind her who’s in charge. Meanwhile Frankie pretends not to notice – too busy grooming. I think that scar itches as she grows and stretches it.
The hen in front of Frankie is the one who ate Frankie’s head. It’s also the hen who hatched Johnnie. She’s a flighty thing, prone to hysterics. The only time I ever managed to catch her was when I took her away from a hawk.