They are only one day old. Dave and I picked them up after work this afternoon. I love the chirping sound they make. They are in their box, under their heat lamp in the kitchen (the newsprint you see there did'nt stay for long. Dave went and got some wood shavings. No way those cuties are living in a box lined with poison).
Oh, if Puss could see them. Maybe it's best not, he would turn into a hunter.