The post office called at 7:15 this morning and said "Your baby chicks are here. You can come and get them before we open if you'd like." Which is the polite way of saying "Get your butt up here and get these peeping things outta here they're driving us nuts."
So we headed to town and fetched our peeping package. Aren't they just the cutest? The hatchery even threw in an extra, so there are sixteen of them. They all seem healthy as can be, not a droopy chick in the bunch.
Which, if they all survive, will make things interesting as I'm already running out of lap.