And, of course, we're all entitled to oooh and aaaah over the cuteness of the chicks. But wow! They're miniature bad dudes, and don't you forget it.
Did you know that chicks small enough to sit in a bucket will still race ahead of their Dad when he goes to attack other birds? The chicks pull up short, but the evil is in them.
The other day LimpyChick stood her ground for a second as Tooshtoosh and the chicks roared up to drive her off her wheat. And -- I've seen it before -- when LimpyChick went up on tippy toes, biggin' herself up to over six feet, one of the chicks bigged up against her, sticking its 18-inch--high chest out. It only lasted a second, but the dinosaur-intent was clear: the chick was thinking about attacking a bird thirty times its weight.