Chicks. They are harder to raise than dogs. After getting two baby chicks I got a third.(just in case) The day that I got my third, one of my originals died. The third chick I got ended up a victim to the first who is now believed to be a rooster.
Tilly and Poppy both passed and Simi got returned due to Portland having a no rooster policy. I now have Ruby, Georgia and Daisy. I've now had the 3 of them for over a week and they are growing happily and not killing each other.
My heart was broken for a few days or a week but I owe it to the gals and myself to be a good chick mom. They are loving the warm box inside of our house right now. Soon, they will have enough feathers to move outside to their chicken mansion.
They. Are. So. Freaking. Cute.
ReplyDeleteNormally I'd be salivating about eating them - I am a dog after all - but I think I would just play with them, maybe cuddle a little, let them jump on my back or watch them do their baby-chick thing.
Love,
Bogart