My new chicks are now nine weeks old. They are fully integrated in with the existing flock. Sort of. The existing flock will not tolerate them for the most part, but the newbies dodge their way around them just fine. Each morning I open the coop and let them all out. When confine to the chicken run the newbies lay low, but as soon as the gate is open for free range time my adult flock heads out, leaving the newbies full run of the coop. You will often find the newbies sitting on the stairs outside the little door enjoying the world.
We are feeding a flock raiser without calcium and providing oyster shell for our layers. Life isn’t to bad for the chicken farmers. No more separate feeds, or spaces. We get to treat them all the same. It is just a wee bit early to start thinking of butchering.
My meaties are huge and we are starting to think about sending them to freezer camp. Our packing peanuts are not far behind. Last night one of the roosters was mad and pecked at my husband when he put them away last night. It means their days are numbered.