The new girls are 14 weeks old and growing bigger and a little less fearful every day.
Lady Mary: They make too much noise.
Eleven has established herself as the troublemaker of the group.
Perhaps it's a middle-child thing.
They spend much of their day watching the rest of the flock run free in the yard.
Me: What do you think, Ten? Should I open the gate for a little while
and see if you can all hold your own against the big girls?
She almost lost her head in excitement.
So I let them out. They didn't go far on their first adventure.
Ten and Twelve ran back to the poultry palace after a few minutes,
while Eleven tried to squeeze through the fence into the corral.
There will be no more adventures until they are bigger.