Yes, that's right. I had him out there petting chicks of his own accord - or so he thought - for over 15 minutes last night. The secret is to get him in the garage by asking him questions about his tractor project, and then innocently drift my way over to the brooder and pick up a chick. He's doomed. Dooooomed, I tell you. *cue evil laughter* I'm already planning next year's brooder, which should be a big step up from the wading pool brooder I started with this year.