OK, I have a confession. Despite the fact that over the past month I've spent countless hours staring at inert eggs in the bator without being in the least bored, I'm now finding that I think chickies are boring (heresy, I know). They eat, sleep and poop and occasionally have a mass panic attack when I walk in the room. I think it was Laree who mentioned giving them some dirt to get their guts in gear, so this morning I gave them a trowelful of sod. OMG, someone found a piece of acorn shell and the chase was on by the other chicks to get it away, then it was a sprig of grass and chicks were running and flapping and hopping out of the dog crate trying to protect their bounty. I was laughing so hard tears were running down my cheeks. Maybe they aren't so boring after all.