100 Chicks a Chirping

The future egg layers of Frith Farm survived their journey through the recent nor'easter, courtesy of the United States Postal Service, and settled into their new home with good cheer. After consistent observation (work is difficult in so much snow), I have concluded my analysis of life as a chick. It goes something like this:

1. Wake up (from another chick rudely running into you)
2. Chirp loudly, presumably to let the world know you are now awake
3. Commence pecking at anything that is round and dark
4. Swallow the occasional peckage that happens to be edible
5. Run full speed into nearby sleeping chicks
6. Find yourself at the waterer, take a few swallows
7. Pause under the warmth of the brooder lamp, stretch, topple over for lack of balance
8. Chirp loudly
9. Fall prostrate in a sudden display of narcolepsy
10. Repeat 1-9.

The breeds are Rhode Island Reds, Barred Plymouth Rocks, and Black Australorps (the last two are currently indistinguishable to me).