As my mother, father, and sister all have other things to do at the moment, I am babysitting the new chicks. They arrived in the mail today, but seem incredibly healthy and energetic. They jump around, eat, and drink like... I don't know. Maybe like drunk guys. I haven't seen that many drunk guys, so that may be a bad analogy for all I know. Please forgive my ignorance.
So anyway, all of them are doing great. Except for one of them, who is much smaller and weaker than the others, and is currently in a brooder by himself (herself?), trying to recover from the trip. He's the rare chick McMurray sent, and is either a bantam or a very small standard breed. As a result, he was being trampled by the others, and we could instantly tell he wasn't going to survive if he tried to compete with them.
So here I sit, keeping an eye on Optimus Prime, and blogging a bit because apparently even the fuzzy incarnation of a giant robot from Cybertron is not enough to hold my complete attention.
More pictures, and hopefully happy update, coming soon.