Well it was a strange year with much chicken and insularity (and occasional forays of The Rat War into our quiet existence). The babies have grown into their own sort of feathery boats, sitting and plumping in the dust for dirt baths, and laying … well, like spring chickens.

I shared my morning waffle with the chickens (except Business 2.0 who apparently was busy laying somewhere) and this is the result.

Late addition: Jason, as usual has way better photos (better phone camera!) He captured the early moments when they were like “Is this food? What is this?!!”