As you know from the last post, we mixed our younger chickens with our older ones. I was very surprised at whow smoothly the whole thing went. Usually, when you mix chickens there is a huge battle to establish the pecking order. In our case, there were only a few curious pecks and glances.
Here is Hillary checking if the coast is clear.
Aretha was the first chicken to venture out into the aviary.
Aretha with big, bad Richie. He looks pretty small in this picture which would not make him happy, I am sure.
Uh oh, big, bad Richie gets into the coop and inspects the younger chickens. 
Aretha standing proudly because she figured out the roosting system.
Sweet little Aretha. I think she will be a photographer when she grows up-she kept pecking the camera!
Here is Eleanor. A classic;
