Obviously one of them is better adapted to being a chick in the wild. That's pretty good camouflage that INSERT UNPRONOUCEABLE LOTR NAME HERE is showing.They instinctively get a little nervous when the Mississippii Kite flies overhead, but nobody panics and runs around like a chicken with it's head cut off. They just hunker down.
A little comforting and clucking from the surrogate hen (that would be me) seems to calm them down and before long they are getting snoozy in the warm sand and leaves.
Scratching for bugs and avoiding hawks is hard work and they usually end a session with a little nap.
Curiously, while I was away Emma has become the new surrogate hen and last night she couldn't wait to show me how the chicks would follow HER all around and even come running when she called.
I think I've lost them to her, but I have to admit it was pretty cute to see them running to keep up with her.
At least I still have the baby turtles.