Grandma and Papa Beutler headed our way Thursday afternoon and were kind enough to get us some baby chicks in Cedar City. They picked out fifteen little ones for us, and the kids LOVED having them arrive. For now they are living in a storage box, until they get bigger and stronger, warmed with a light.
Corban loves to make them "chirp." All will be relatively calm and then suddenly I'll hear them "chirp, chirp, chirp" all at once. Sure enough, Corban has thrown in a toy lizard, car or crayon for his little friends. He loves watching them, but JUST WATCHING is hard for a two year old.
Grandma Beutler taught us a trick to tell whether or not the chick is a hen or rooster. You hold it by one of its legs. If it just hangs there, it is a hen. If it tries to crawl up your arm, it's a rooster. We think we have two roosters in the bunch. Time will tell. Right now they all look the same.
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