Since Paul couldn't skip class, we did. We dropped our math books and mini-books and left. For a 45 minute drive to Knoxville. And as we walked to the counter, we heard them.
They quieted down a bit once those 26 cheeping chicks got their first drink of water, ate a little and stretched out under the heating lamp.
So for the next 4 or so weeks our playroom will be a mini-petting zoo. With these 26 girls, the 2 rabbits, crabs and the random cat or dog. Not to mention the 4 boys who want to hold them....but that is good...hand-tamed chickens are the best kind. One you don't have to chase down and will let you tote them around like a doll.