I'm pretty sure that's what I'm becoming. I stayed home from work yesterday to make sure the chicks got all settled in and were eating and drinking like they should. This morning they still looked good. I'm starting to see some personalities developing. Like this little chickie (ok, it may not be the exact same one every time, but it's definitely just the Araucanas), who looks up at me every time I peer over the edge of the washtub:
Look at those fuzzy cheeks! The Araucanas all seem to have them, but none of the other breeds do.
Watching them all is better than television, and I spent most of yesterday sitting on the floor next to them doing just that. Naptime is fun. Some of them cuddle up together while others just sort of sink down wherever they happen to be. More than once did I watch a chick with it's beak in the waterer slowly collapse at the knees with her little head sliding down the side of the watering platform. It's so quiet when they all manage to get to sleep at the same time:
I lined the bottom of their washtub with newspaper, and the corners of the paper stick up a little from underneath the wood shavings. This provides them with no end of entertainment. They like to peck at it and grab at it and step on it so that it folds down.
Here is a view of their whole domain:
I've got a big box waiting in the wings, because I think the washtub will be a little too small by next week. They've emptied their feeder twice already, I think I better go get a giant bag of chick feed this weekend! I think I might have the best and smartest chicks in the whole world!
Yeah, I am becoming crazy chicken lady.