Three months is how long it takes for chicks to start sounding like chickens. No more peeping and cheeping. This week they finally started sounding like chickens. They are getting big, they aren't as willing to be picked up as much either. The 2 Plymouths are still the friendliest ones. Kian still goes in there and picks them up (whichever he can catch) brings them on the trampoline and in the house and who knows where. When I told him chickens can't be in the house because they will poop, he promptly put it in the potty seat that Karter's been using. Um, okay. Crazy kid.
That's about all I have to report at this time. I should get some more pictures soon.