For now they’re either named 10, 12, 13, 17, 19, 20 and 22 or else Pip, Peep, Poop, Chip, Cheep, Choop and Lamarr. That’s Lamarr/22 in the bottom right. He’s the smallest, having just hatched out last night, while Pip/10 is the hulking thing in the middle. They’ll get their permanent names as they feather out and exert their personalities.
They’re almost needing bigger digs. Fiona and I will be picking up a proper chick waterer today and we’ll have to recycle a large cardboard box to house them for the next month or so until they’re ready to be outside.
If anyone has any tips for introducing new chicks to an existing flock without too much hen-pecking trauma we’re all ears.