We settled in 25 chicks. They're awful cute now, all yellow and fluffy. And the cheep, cheep sound they make continuously draws me in so, I want to peer over the edge of the box forever. But it's a good thing they all look the same because to name these little puffballs would be a sin, unless they were named breakfast, lunch and dinner. Come July 1st that's what these Cornish Cross will become...food. For now though, we'll enjoy their pure cuteness.