I thought I was being smart and ultimately, I think I am doing things right but this goes to show Murphy can rear his ugly head almost anywhere. I got my 2-3 day old chicks on the 9th. Being in Florida, we don't get very cold but in Dec/Jan we SHOULD be in the 70's and down to 40-50 at night. I was going to outsmart this brooding thing by putting these chicks in our utility room with the hot water heater and washer/dryer to keep them in that 80-90 degree range that everyone talks about. All was going great until this morning when I went out to feed them and found the hot water hose had burst and it was like a sauna in there. It was almost 94 degrees and steamy from the 140 degree water. I was able to open the doors and windows and brought the temp down quickly and the chicks are fine but what a scare! So, I tell this story just make y'all think a minute about little things that can go wrong. What if I would have been at work and the water had run for 6 hours? Can you say steamed chickie? Yeah. Well, all is well that ends well. Chickie's were all ****** off when I cleaned their cage and they're acting like chickens. (scratching pine chips and flinging them out of the cage). No damage done. Last word. I swore I was NOT going to get attached to these birds like a pet. They were going to be farm animals producing eggs/meat. No names and no attachments. I am an old, fat, mean, unfeeling man. I am immune to cuteness (just ask my grand daughter). Now, all of those who believe me raise their hand and say hello to Chicken Nugget, Mine and Bulldozer.