sleeping. I have started calling them the Gigantichics (in my mind it is pronounced like the voice over on a Godzilla preview).
|Mr. B is very satisfied with the yummy looking progress of the "crunchy chicks".|
The Cuckoo Morans chicks are right in there with them peeping and pecking as fast as they can but they finish filling their craw much sooner and patter off into the woods to take a nap under mom and then off to peck at bugs.
These observations make me glad I chose to have a hen raise them. If I had raised them myself in a pen or even let them out to free range with free choice food, I know they would have sat next to the feeder all day long.
|Three week old Cuckoo Morans chicks practice roosting on a little stick. They are so petite they look like little Robins. In the background you can see the yellow blob of a single Cornish Cross chick napping in the grass.|
All day long I keep watching them as they work their way through the long grass like eating machines, combing the earth for anything they can swallow. They are truly quintessential foragers. Chowing down weeds, grass and any bug that might haplessly fly/crawl/creep within feet of the Gigantichic.
The Gigantichicks are so hard to keep fed that she was working herself too hard trying to find enough food to keep them happy. So I started feeding them a little in the evenings too. She seems to be more sane now.
I am curious to see just how long it takes for them to reach adult size on this current food strategy.
I am not in a big hurry to butcher them like commercial farms are. I want to see them have the best life they can, whatever that window of time is. But at this rate of growth it is looking an awful lot like 9 weeks at the outside.