Every morning, every evening, the chicks are just a little different. Their necks stretch a bit longer; a few more feathers sprout on their wings.
The favorite joke around here these days:
“Why are chicks so easy to buy?”
“Because they’re cheep, cheep, cheep!”
The kids adore them, and the little ones especially will disappear for an hour scrambling to catch the chicks, sing to them and play games that only fresh minds understand.
Yes, they are still living in my bathroom– a fact that makes everyone laugh when they visit– “You really have chickens in the bathtub?”
We wanted to get a photo of them drinking (because it’s so unbelievably cute) but they took a bird bath instead.