Here's what the girls are looking like these days:
last update, and I have to admit, she kind of does here, too.
In line with my cheap and lazy chicken directives, I used a repurposed cool whip container, attached with pipe cleaners to the wall of the run (I would have used zip ties, but I couldn't find where Hubby is hiding them). Supposedly, chickens are self-regulating, and will only eat the oyster shell if they actually need more calcium, so it's recommended that one leave supplemental calcium out all the time.
Once the girls are laying, I can save, dry, and grind up their own egg shells to use for supplemental calcium, but I guess they could pick up microorganisms their bodies aren't used to if they eat eggshells from another source, so that will have to wait (I was disappointed that I actually had to buy oyster shell, when I had a source of calcium already, but the girls' health comes first).
Of course, once she got up there, she wasn't quite sure how to get down. It doesn't look like it, but she was about 6 feet up from the ground on the side she was trying to get down to. She eventually managed a glide/flight to the ground to rejoin her sisters.
And I will leave you, once again, with fluffy chicken butts. Here are the girls settling in for a preening session on the hen house roost.
I think they need a mirror.