My two week olds are still in the brooder bin, but quickly outgrowing it. I open the wire lid and four of the eight are on the rim instantly. From there, they're scrambling up to my shoulders. We're going for something bigger tomorrow. I mean, I love all the attention, but poop down my shirt with the over-excited ones is not my cup of tea.
Once a day I take them all outside or into the kitchen floor with towels and half an egg. They run crazy around for about ten or fifteen minutes and then I sit down and cover my lap in dish towels as they all get tired and come up onto my lap for a nap. When the dog barks or a plane goes over, they run to my chest and I pretend I'm a momma chicken and cover them with my towel wings!
Then I gingerly walk through all the poo, get them back into their brooder and proceed to clean up the MESS before the dogs run in and have a lick. Ugh!
