So we brought two soft little babies home yesterday: Reddy Red (a Rhode Island Red) and Whitey White (a White Leghorn).
They're only one week old, so we've set them up in a big box with a warm light overhead, and plenty of chick crumbles to eat. Having read all sorts of dire warnings on the net I'm terrified they'll get too cold at night, so peeked in to check on them at least three times last night.
They have such distinct personalities already -- although Reddy is smaller she's much more confident. In fact, Whitey was so nervous to be out of her home and away from Reddy that she spent the photo session hiding under my skirt (so no pictures of her yet), but Reddy chased flies and mosquitos, and seemed perfectly happy to explore.
I'm enchanted by their soft, tiny bodies, clockwork hops and continuous trills and peeps. Boo sits and watches them (pats them and picks them up, too), and even Jumps is setting up elaborate structures of lights and blankets for their night accomodation.
It's always a treat to have babies in the house!
... Maggie's lovely babyshower, a birthday bouquet, a basket to fill for a 40th anniversary picnic, a barbecue dinner at Mark and Rach's, bustling around a morning fete, and a weekend visit in the city ...
And we still found time for a walk in the rain.
... and ate our sandwiches on a shaded bench.
... dressed in hideously scary Halloween costumes ...
... and trick-or-treated for the first time (at Granny and Papa's house -- but later he bravely rang a few doorbells down the road) ...
