We started a couple of years ago with 8 chicks. In our front room. That was fun. Then they were moved to a lighted box in the garage and somehow, one was stolen from the garage by some crafty animal and then we were down to 7. Those 7 have served us well, but we've now had one more die of seemingly natural causes and another go missing. And I didn't know this previously, but chickens don't lay eggs forever, so this is a long way of saying that there was a reason Lyle and XiXi, chick magnets that they are, needed to replenish our stock.
Our 7 new babies are: Baldy, Sandy, Blossom, Missy, Clarkson, a name I can't remember, and Agnes. They're all new breeds to us--Auracana, Black Sex-linked, New Hampshire Red, and something else I can't remember, but I know it's a white breed. It's one of those mornings.
But they're cute, I do know that.
And so are my big kids, who I don't take pictures of nearly enough. As I look at my two oldest, I'm reminded of when Lucy was born and the doctor held her up for me to see. My very first thought was, and I believe I even said it, "Didn't I already have that baby?" Their newborn pictures are nearly identical. When her big brother held her for the first time, he gave her a chubby toddler squeeze and said with great passion, "Oh, I've loved you from the day you were born." And yes, he said that on the day she was born.
But I digress. I was talking about chickens.
Chickens who grow up and fly the coop even faster than kids.
But not much faster.