Okay, people. We really have to get a grip and realize that perhaps half of these adorable baby chicks might actually become dinner someday. We don't need more roosters, and we won't know what these are for a while.
But darn it, then they go and do something like this, and I'm helpless to resist the power of cute!
Both hens are taking them out for little jaunts lately, and those little legs get a workout scrambling over the grass and stubble. They even mimic mom's scratching: scratch, scratch (kicking their legs behind them), then back up to see what they've uncovered. The adult chickens were raised in the basement in a box, and didn't see grass until they were a few weeks old. They were scared of it and refused to exit their box for a while when we first put them outside.
Momma hen wisdom works again!