The boys with the chicks reminds me of when I was just a small tyke. The light went out in the brooder coop so Dad brought a couple of boxes of chicks in the house and put them in the bathtub for the night. I was fascinated!! I kept leaning over to get a closer look and I fell into the tub. I killed a few of the chicks. I was maybe four and I remember Dad made me pay for the dead ones. I think he charged me eight cents--don"t remember if that was each or total. This was around 1951. I never forgot that lesson.