Looking for a little Friday night entertainment? Come visit our powder room - it's as exciting as a disco dance party these days. Kim and I keep asking ourselves "Were our last bunch of chicks this rowdy?" and we're pretty sure they weren't.
It's the Red Rock Cross chicks we got from Rick. I'm not sure what he was feeding them, but those six chicks are a scrappy, scratching, litter-flicking bunch. And they peep non-stop, at a decibel level that makes me long for ear plugs every time I go into the room.
Their current obsession is the roost. It's a little too high for them, but they're a determined bunch of wing-flappers. They'll get it. Soon.