Not all my chicks are what you'd call pets. With 21 it's just too difficult to find time to hold each one for long periods of time so they get used to me. Plus quite a few of them look very much alike, so it's difficult to keep track of who I've held. I had some time to kill this morning, so of course I spent it with the chicks. I got a stool and sat down next to the brooder and I took one large strand of millet and broke off the individual "pods" of seeds. All the chicks knew I had their favorite treat and kept waiting for me to throw it into the brooder like I usually do, but I didn't. I held it in my hand and waited for them to come to me. Each chick quickly learned that to get a piece they had to jump into my lap. The light brahma girls caught on right away. One was determined not to leave my lap until she'd gotten every last piece. I'd close my hand and she'd try to push her beak between my fingers. Anyhow, by letting them each have one or two and then putting that chick back in the brooder I managed to get most of the chicks to jump in for a treat. The last one to get brave enough to venture into my lap was my dark roo and I was proud of him. I also learned that I have a 3 chick capacity lap.