Right now we have several baby chicks living at our house. We raised them from when they were 2 or 3 days old and now they're escaping out of the plastic baby pool and flapping their wings trying to fly around the yard. Finley loves them and several times during the day she says, "I need to go see my baby chicks." The boys love them, too, and are so good at catching them and holding them and helping me out when Papa's not home.
We plan to give away all of the roosters (you can't tell if they're hens or roosters until they're older), give several of the hens to friends, and maybe keep a few, if we get the house. Which, by the way, we still don't know if we're getting it. There have been a few unexpected things come up. We are supposed to close in mid-June, so I'm anxious to know if we'll be moving or not.
Also, Finley girl really loves her Papa. I wish I would have the video camera ready yesterday when Eric came home from work. Finley was in the backyard when she saw her Papa through the gate. She started squealing and laughing and waving her little hand at him saying, "hi Papa!" Sweetness, that girl.