Aw, Teila, your posts are making me jealous! After all the time and angst I've pored into my broody hatch, I haven't gotten any cuddles, and may not even be able to keep any of them! Neither of the babies is happy about being picked up, but Daisy calmed down a little yesterday, but I don't think I could call it a cuddle. I really need to make sure I have a high-value treat on me next time I try.
What a difference a BYC-thread makes! Since two random people told me I have two cockerels, I see my chicks so differently! They don't look entirely like cockerels to me, but they don't look entirely like pullets either. And, it's almost like I'm mad at them right now - like I'm resentful that they may be turning male on me, and don't want to pour the attention on them anymore. Poor little guys! (not that they care - I'm not their broody mama!)
Frida is like the opposite of Cilla. She sleeps on the roost at night, but still spends the day interacting with and teaching the chicks about stuff - showing them the best treats, etc. Rousseau is on board for both - still in the nest with them and still teaching them. No free-ranging for them today, in any case, because we're having a much-much-needed rain storm - the first in these little guys' experience. They seem to be taking it in stride. I'm relieved, because I managed to move several yards of mulch that was in my driveway (long story) just in time, and now my hilly yard is well-mulched and my car is dry in the garage! Life on the farm: much harder when you're doing it solo, but oh so satisfying, if it ever goes well! Now, if only the chicken farm would function properly.