Early on we adopted the practice of starting the day with a single scrambled egg shared amongst the five. This was taken 8 days ago and, boy, have they changed!
When I first wake up in the morning, I go out to the brooder, remove the screen and greet the girls. They chirp and dart around excitedly. I remove the fount, scrub it thoroughly with soap and water and refill it. I check the level of the crumbles and refill the feeder if it's low or soiled. Then, with the basics squared away, I scramble an (organic) egg. As in the finest restaurants, presentation is crucial. When they were tiny, it seemed they responded better to food if there was a strong visual contrast. Our everyday dishes are mostly whitish, but I have a few pieces of Fiesta and other Homer Laughlin pottery that I was lucky enough to acquire from that 90-year-old grandmother I've mentioned before. The green plate seemed perfect for the pale yellow scrambled egg, so it has become the egg plate now. It works equally well for dollops of Greek yogurt:
But the most exciting treat of the day is the leafy one. We've tried lettuce (yum), arugula (pretty good as well) and now some lovely Lacinato kale (the favorite), all from the garden. We cut it into a chiffonade so that it resembles grass and the girls go nuts over it. The first bits are like prizes and despite the fact that there is plenty in the dish for everyone, there is much racing around, chasing after the first chick to have grabbed a shred in her beak. The chicks inhale the shredded leaves exactly as if they were slurping up noodles and there are occasional Lady and the Tramp moments with a chick on each end of a strand. It's all great fun, at the conclusion of which they all settle down for a fitful nap.
BTW, the girls are two weeks old today and simply marvelous!