Chicks all still alive, and I’m finally able to sleep through the night knowing they most likely won’t be dead in the morning.
They are growing and cheeping happily, getting more and more comfortable being held and with the sounds of daily life.
They are also starting to test out their little wings. They’ve got big dreams, and at some point we may find them sitting on the bathroom sink, looking at us smugly.
Seeing their new feathers appear keeps things interesting as well.
They keep making us laugh and look forward to the day they’ll be strutting around the backyard.