Thirteen chirping, poopin, wicked cute chicks that are now part of our family. I know this because all three kids were in tears tonight over the lone Barred Rock chick who will surprise us if he’s alive in the morning. I know this because their empathy was so real I nearly agreed to breastfeed the thing to give him a boost. I know this because I have promised them that they may sleep with the chicks tomorrow night if they will please just go to sleep tonight so they aren’t wreckage tomorrow morning. And the longer I sit here listening to them chirp the more I’m falling for them and their funny antics and the fact that they are motherless and that I have maternal instinct coming out of my ears. This could be a problem.