I was minding my own business driving home from my sewing group today when I looked to my right and saw my daughter pass me. At the light, I tried to call her but she didn't answer her phone so I just followed her. She was going to the same place I was. I needed to get new shavings for the chicken house and they were after something else. This kind of stuff never happens to us!
Anyhow, the kids had asked it they could have a baby chicken and if it could live at my house. Well yes, of course they can. I was going to get a few more chicks anyhow. So we went chick shopping and these (hopefully) little girls came to live at Gramma's house because Momma doesn't like chickens. She only like the eggs.
"Baby chickens are very little and soft." Melts my heart.
3 comments:
SO cute-when I was growing up we'd go with my dad to the feed store for horse feed and in the spring they'd have baby chicks...we'd beg and beg but never came home with one.
(I'm over it, really!)
So cute, glad you volunteered to keep them. How long till fresh eggs are coming out of your ears?
Nothing says "Spring" like the sound of baby chickens peeping. Reminds me of when I was a kid.....
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