May 07, 2003, 2:58 AM
I know nothing about chickens.
Aside from what temperature to cook them at.
(That was a while ago)
Why is it, then, that I have a Wyandot chick in my laundry room?
Well, it had trouble pooping. And it was getting picked on by the other chicks.
Kids.
Barbie wanted to know if I knew anyone who'd want a chick and I heard myself say "Well, actually, we thought about getting a few..." not really thinking about the entirety of the situation. I mean, they get bigger. And bigger. And you have to put them outside. And you have to build a house for them. And make sure the racoons don't get them. Or coyotes. Or cats or dogs.
I have added one baby chick to our family and suddenly I feel the weight of responsibility.
Ah well, we have a bunch of wood that could be used to make a chicken coop.
I'll just be worried about it, out there in the cold. It's chirping right now. How cute.
Probably won't be cute in a few weeks.
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