Saturday, March 12, 2011
The oldest chicks, in only a week, are growing tiny, but real, wing feathers. The littlest black one's stubby wings are still covered in fluff. Predictions are for rain every other day for the next week. I will leave the barrier up and check every so often during the day to make sure the chicks haven't jumped ship for the world outside. The gaps under the Taj have been filled in, but I'd hate to think of the nannies having to stay out in the rain to shelter runaways.