I am getting a bale of straw tomorrow, as the floor is pretty slick. It will be easy to clean, but the straw will be great for the birds. I could not make it today, for I was afraid I would miss the call from the PO, letting me know they were here. I have to borrow a pickup from my brother, as my jeep is a wee bit too confined for the straw. I just checked on them, and they are all on the perches, and cooing, establishing their chain of command. I think the BC cock is several months old as his cooing is halfway deep, and he is chasing the silver hen. Don't you just love adolescents.