The chickens have moved from the boring basement to under the Moa Hoff-poster in our hall. And they have grown! In three weeks time a chicken has already lost their egg tooth (the small spike on the top of the beak which they use when they break through the egg shell), changed the feather mail and learnt how to scrabble for food and to sit on a stick while sleeping.

They are still hard to catch on film (as they constantly move) but my favorite, Traste, is a true photogénique. (Handsome isn't he?! Or she?) And yes, we indeed live a very bird intense life at the moment. The small ones need fresh water at least 4 times a day, the are not very quiet at night when the rest of us are trying to sleep, and in the mornings Dunet waits barking outside our door, hungry and exacting.