These are our first chickens. And because they are our first we are acting as any new parents and doting over every single move each little baby chick makes. Each night we hold them against our necks, believing they are imprinting to our smells. You could call us crazy I suppose. Or, you could just call us two people who love our animals. Either way, I'm okay with the result :)
Photos: One Buff and two Easter Eggers in the handsome man's hands. Below an Easter Egger shows me what he's made of.