All of the chicks look like clones and so we painted each of their nails a different color so the kids can be sure to hold them all equally. Apparently, if you hold chicks, they'll be more tame as adults. This is really important for your rooster. Since we have no idea if we have roosters/hens or some combination of the two, we're just loving them all.
Emma named her chick "Princess Poachy." In the event that Poachy is actually a rooster, we'll switch her name to "Prince Poachy." And then we'll eat him. Emma might become vegetarian at that moment. She's pretty attached. She likes to let Poachy climb all over her. And poop all over her. She's not squeamish!
Josh has named his "Dr. Peep," hoping he's a rooster. Josh's is so calm, I assume it's a hen. If it's a rooster, I think this will be our main mating man. He won't intimidate the ladies.
"Dr. Peep" really has a nice temperment. Kind of reminds me of Damian; quiet, calm, likes to snuggle and falls asleep as soon as you start talking to her/him. You can see it's little closed eye on the top right.
This is my all time favorite chicken picture. Rachel ADORES the birds. Hers actually is colored a little different, with quite a bit of yellow. This chick might be a HALF sibling of the others, because all the others have only black and white coloring. 
Let me introduce you to "Sonny Side-Up." That isn't it's real name, though. Rachel only wants to call it "Sonny" but I prefer the middle name, also. This one is the youngest chick (one day old, as opposed to two days.) It doesn't have it's wing feathers growing in yet and still has a little bit of egg whites stuck on it's fluff. It has a lot of cute cowlicks on it's head, too. I think by tomorrow it'll be much more mature.Katrina isn't a big fan of HOLDING the chicks, but hers is named "Shell-y." I want this chick to have the middle name "Huevo" but Katrina said, "NO!"
Benjamin is SURE his is a Rooster. I'm pretty sure, too. It is definately a FIGHTER. Ben wanted to name it "Benjamin Jared Idiart." Then he decided on "Rooster Eagle." What he doesn't know is that I've made an executive decision and we'll be naming his "Eagle Ben-edict." I'm SURE we'll be eating his bird if it's not a hen. It is the spazziest, weirdest bird. I think it might need some poultry prozac or something. It's either a Rooster or has mental health issues.
Happy Easter from the Idiarts: Katrina, Rachel, Emma, Marcus (my nephew stood in for Ben, since Ben didn't like his chick basket and had a fit) and Josh.
