I was about to get on the exercise bike this morning when my phone rang. This was bit alarming, as it was 7:00am, and I only had my phone because I use it as a timer.
“Hello?” I answered cautiously.
It was the Post Office. Our chicks were in. Which was quite a surprise, since I hadn’t expected them until Thursday or Friday.
But here they are. They’ve already made a trip to school to meet K/1/2. They have been loved and cuddled and then cuddled some more. I hope not cuddled too much. The kids cannot get enough of them.
We had one who wasn’t looking too good this morning. I wasn’t sure she was going to make it, but by this evening she was looking perky, despite her small size. They’ve all been named (cross your fingers we don’t lose one): Fluffy, Blob, Mosh, Professor Cluck, and James. Despite their boyish names, they are all girls (we hope).
My favorite new fact about chicks is that it’s a bit like hanging out with a bunch of narcoleptics. They’ll be in the middle of doing something and then all of a sudden they just sink to the ground and pass out, in the most bizarre places and positions. Apparently, this is perfectly normal.
I’m also surprised that I find them to be extremely calming. I really think I could just sit and watch them for hours. Toddling about, stepping all over one another, and passing out cold on the feed bowl. It’s really quite zen.
I apologize now for the onslaught of cute chick photos you all are about to endure. I’ll try to mix some cute kids in there while I’m at it.