I went out last evening to tuck in the big girls and have a cuddle with the chicks. They are 8 weeks now. A few of them always run up to me to be picked up. So as usual I scooped up one and had a wee cuddle. Put her down and scooped up the next one, li' robin, and she only cuddles for a moment and then climbs up onto my shoulder. As she got up almost onto my shoulder I smelled IT. Fresh ripe CHICKEN POOP. It was between my fingers, smeared halfway up one arm and tracked all down the front of my shirt. OKAY cuddle time is over, forever, they are now chickens. I don't pick up the big girls, partly because they won't let me and partly because they are monstrous sumo wrestler dinosaurs who give me the "stink-eye" and only love me for my treats. DH was in the back yard when I came back from the coop. He saw me with my arms outstretched in front zombie style squalling ..ewwww, chicken poo ... He offered to help me get my shirt off (he's soooo helpful that way LOL) Hindsight says I should of wrapped my poopy arms around him and gave him a big pooey hug. DANG !