They grow up so fast! One day they're just innocent little newborn girls, so small you can hold them in your hand, and not very much later they're running around in a fast crowd all crazy because they've discovered the joys of grass!
Yes, I'm talking about chickens. What did you think?
For those who haven't already discovered the chicken diaries here, they're adorable when young, and useful (and still cute) when older. My eggs are free range, fresh, organic, and better tasting than anything coming from a supermarket.
Valkyrie, a white Leghorn, started off as an Easter-ish yellow ball of fluff: 
Then her wings turned white, and now she's white all over. She also has the beginnings of a comb.
Medea, a silver laced Wyandotte, at ten days old:
Her feathers are starting to take on tuxedo (white with black edges)coloring: 
Irene, a buff Orpington, 
is still the same tawny gold color: 
She's in a baby-velociraptor phase: she's got a mixture of fluffy down and scrawny feathers, and she thinks toes are for nibbling:
They spill their water and then cheep at me because they're thirsty. Today Medea and Irene discovered the big girl water: 
Next week, if the weather stays warm, they'll be moved outside to stay.