[kni watches the little creature chirp and fluff itself as vash strokes its head.]

It'd be nice if it keeps its coloring, but I think it's fine if it changes into something else, too. Maybe it'll surprise us.

[how big can a chicken get, anyway? carefully, he kneels down to set the chick in the carrier, the first of three. it peeps again, examining its new (temporary) space with some talon scratches and curious pecking. feeling that it's okay for now, kni straightens up again and brushes some of the dirt off his knees.]

Okay, two more.

[silently tasking vash with keeping watch over the first chick, kni darts off towards the flock again. he steps carefully around the chicks that zigzag around him before disappearing behind one of the barrels of hay scattered around the enclosure. when he comes back out around the other side, he's carrying something in his palms again.

two chicks this time, now visible as he returns to vash's side. one blonde and one black, both equally fluffy as the blue one still patiently waiting in the carrier. kni shows vash just as he had the first.]

I found them sitting together like this. I think they're siblings.