We got 5 baby chicks last week. The boy named two of them Stars and Stripes. The girl named three of them Sunny, Rainy, and Lucy. Can you guess which one of them listens to me?
For some crazy reason, I didn't make the connection that baby chicks are babies. So twice a day I have to check their water and food feeders because they like to kick their bedding into the bowls. Urgh! The number one rule in my family is to not make more work for mommy. Apparently, I broke my own rule. Even though the kids “help,” I still have to supervise or they make a mess all over the garage.
But these chicks are hilarious. Even at their age, they are already puffing up their chest and facing off, trying to see who is alpha of the plastic tub. When I get back to my Lucy books, she's getting a chicken. Lol!
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Anne R. Tan
