chicks.

Meet Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin and Kevin.  

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.

3 Replies to “chicks.”

  1. Oh dear, now we will definitely have to make a day-trip out to the Vos Family Farms so that my girls can love up on those chicks. Of course then somehow I will probably be suckered into getting them their own chicks for Easter~ and Lord knows I already have enough poop and 'peeping' in my life right now.

    Mayber we'll wait a few weeks…;)

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  2. Ohh I love the “kevins” and can't wait to meet them! And, Meg, I am proud of you for holding back that beautiful maternal instinct of yours and refraining from nursing the chicks :).

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  3. So glad you've joined the chicken craze. Now you too can find a note like the one left for me three nights ago. We were on a rare date night and when I got home this is what was next to my bed. “mom there is five ciks with poop buts and bad ones. Love Lilly”

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