It’s been three weeks since the Peepsters came into our lives. “Peepsters” is my name for them or “The Girls.” They’re looking a bit scraggly at this point. They’re in this sort of adolescent stage. We’re pretty certain we’ve figured out who the rooster is. He’s got more white stripes than do the hens. Take a look!
Week Three With the Chicks
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