Friday, June 17, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
My favorite part of yesterday occurred just before midnight, when Amy and I went down to the garage to check on the three chicks that we are taking care of this week. Through the garage window the orange-yellow glow of the warming lamp against the white wall made their little house look like a hearth fire. As we quietly approached to see if they were sleeping we realized that the chicks were excitedly feasting on the moths and cockroaches that had been attracted to the warmth and light. Amy and I each drew up a chair. We sat down and watched the chicks running back and forth, chirping playfully and contentedly. We sat there for half an hour, smiling and laughing while we imagined what the chicks must be saying to each other as they snapped up the bugs with their little yellow beaks, running from one end of the box to the other. I think Amy and I were both thinking about the same thing as we watched those baby poultry brothers at play.