Six little chicks.
The black ones are named Phantom and Batman.
Can you tell three boys, ages 8 and 5, chose those names?
The yellow ones are...well, I'm not exactly sure. One is Geraldine, named by Hanna. I've heard Fluffy and a few other names, but I think they're just too similar (and the namers too indecisive) right now to tell.
They spent last night in a box on the coffee table in the den, but now have a proper heat lamp and should be okay on the screen porch.
Infinitely adorable, they like to stand in their food and haven't quite figured out that their water bowl does not double as a toilet. I assume they'll figure that out eventually.
And no, I haven't touched a single one of them!
I am also keeping my distance from these two, plus their other chicken friend who is rather fond of the indoors...hence the fact that that picture is more of chicken wire than chickens. The other is white, with some reddish feathers around her neck. I call her Ginger, the peppered one Maryann and the black one (the one that looks like she's got a large necklace on) is Mrs. Howell.
They seem to be enjoying their coop so far. Eventually, they'll be let out during the day but we're keeping them closer to the coop for now. Tom did let them out for a few minutes today...and had to call Roger in to help him catch them. I think Ginger might still be a little annoyed with him.
Caleb, in particular, seems to be bonding with the birds. He goes into the coop without a second thought (while I watch from the window, cowering) and had to tell them goodbye before he left for school this morning. He also sits with the chicks and watches them every chance he gets. He truly was meant to be a country boy.
Me? I'm just waiting for the eggs to start coming!