He was even more delighted to see his grandchildren's delight as they met our new pullets. They'll be ready to lay in 20 weeks (or so)...they hatched yesterday. This is our first batch of laying birds (we've had meat birds before), and to say we're smitten would be an understatement.
Rules are established to protect the chicks from excited little hands. After Jude tries to balance one on top of the waterer, I ask him to step away from the chicks. After a few remorseful tears, he creates this sign:
"Sometimes you can hold the chicks. You must be gentle".
This little girl will grow into a beautiful black sex-link hen (glossy black with russet feathers around her neck, and bits of iridescent green and purple throughout).
And these little Happy Feet lookalikes will grow into Barred Plymouth Rocks.
These little peepers will join the song-frogs that serenade us to sleep each night.