Recently I put Scarlett in the yard to scratch and peck. Buster had the unlucky job of keeping her company while she engaged in chicken behavior. She cries when she’s alone outside, but she’s quite content when she has fuzzy Uncle Buster in close proximity.
I made her a tiny dust bath out of some Tupperware, but she seemed oblivious to it. Rowdy, however, thought it looked like an excellent litter box!
After the outdoor activity, Scarlett fell asleep immediately when I put her back in her brooder. She sleeps face down in the wood shavings with her little neck stretched out.
Peep, peep, sleep, sleep.