My harbringer of doom

It seems only a matter of time before one chicken escapes from the pen in the basement. Luckily there is nowhere to go, nor anything to hurt her, but it seems inevitable.

I’ve made a few adjustments, bought a second feeder/waterer, and elevated the waterers so it’s more difficult for them to track shavings/poo into them. More and more of what I read in Joel’s book

After talking to a few people at the farmer's market this morning, I'm switching them to a 50-50 mix of chick starter and non-medicated duck starter. To be honest, I'm starting to worry about their legs; they seem to be growing far too quickly for what their limbs can support. I'm supplementing their rations with fresh grass/weeds/bugs and gravel, but I don't know if it's enough. I want them to live their eight weeks of life in the best health possible.