I was on the phone with a friend earlier and ventured a guess at Oreo’s weight and said 10 ounces. She has about tripled in size, but her size is deceiving because most of her growth is in feathers. She was just a four-ounce fuzz ball when we first brought her home.
That was her first weigh-in, and it was much easier. She wasn’t flying then. This time around she immediately flew off the scale taking the bowl with her. John settled her down, and take two went much better.
That’s the difference a month makes in chick-land. Chick no more; we can add the -en now. She’s looking like a full-blown chicken. Her little chicken face has started to develop, and she has actual feathers. And her weight? Ten ounces…a mama knows.