Currently, all the baby animals (and some that are here from a friend while on vacation) have been turned over to the loving and capable hands of my children. I can't stand the smell. Not even the rabbits.
Yesterday I woke up from nap to find a 'playpen' of chickens just outside my bedroom window. :)
The kids took turns bringing the chicks bugs from upturned rocks in the garden. The chickens would do chicken things with them, running around, stealing them from each other and squawking. They would also give them the weeds and bolted lettuce leaves, and the chickens loved digging in that for treasures.