The little guys are kind of looking vulture-ish as they get their feathers in. It is only spooky when you walk in to the garage and the scary black one is perched on the water bottle and peeking at you with one eye.
The chicks are teaching us all about being gentle and moving slowly, you don't want a smooshed little bird. The second afternoon we took them out the black ones stopped trying to run through the wire and they flapped around sometimes landing on Blondie's head. He was enchanted.
Our dog is not the biggest fan, but just wait... in a few more weeks I am totally going to let him in with the chicks and they will let him know what is what. Yep, that is our little dog, a lot of bluster and then a little dog.
Chicks, yes, they are MUCH fun!