Scruffy beggars. They are untidy. At 17 days old fluff has mostly given way to feather; punky bits sprouting here and there. Those stubby little tails are growing longer by the day too.
They are a voracious bunch. They scratch and peck at everything in their path - so successful is their foraging that they inhabit the most slug-free patch of ground in Trelystan. Here a couple have gone for the easy option and are snarfing their mother's corn while ignoring their own nutritious crumbs.
I've just been down to shut them in for the night. The nest in the corner looks very cosy; mother clucks protectively and little heads emerge from amongst her feathers. I suspect she is now finding it difficult to accommodate all 7 under her wings at once. Perhaps they take it in turns.