Introducing our newest entertainment. . .
Baby Chicks!!
Ammon's mom has a coop in her yard, and is needing new chickens for egg laying. We volunteered to do the 'baby' part, and then send them up to her when they are ready to go outside. I was so excited to give them to the kids, we just needed to come up with a way to surprise them.
Chicks for breakfast anyone?
In the morning I had gone grocery shopping early,and pulled two cereal boxes out of the grocery bags. Honey Bunches of Chicks, Extra Cheepy, and Kelloggs Frosted Mini Chicks.
So fun to see their little faces when baby chicks plopped into their bowls.
It was love at first site for Porter. He sneaks out into the garage to 'check on the chicks,' every chance he gets. I always know when he is out there because I hear the chicks start cheeping really fast, and really loud. Panic cry for sure.
I am surprised at how soft he is with them, other than him having them on the airplane swing with him, when he was just, "teaching them how to fly." He sure loves those little chicks, and we've sure gone through lots of hand soap with him washing his hands 30 times a day after holding them.
He keeps bringing me out to see them and says, "Mom. They're just too cute!"
Unfortunately, one of the little chicks didn't make it. Double unfortunately, Scout was around when it was taking it's last few breaths here on earth, and her little 5 year old heart had a hard time learning that hard fact of life. Broke this mama's heart to see her so sad. We talked about the fact that the chick was too little, and weak, and that chicks go to heaven just like us. Once she realized that now Cael gets to play with the chick in heaven, she was feeling better.
It was right before lunchtime when this was all happening, and me, mother of the year, had her come into the kitchen for a chicken burrito. Really Cassidy? Chicken for lunch? Nice. Luckily this girl loves her meat too much, and didn't quite put two and two together on that one. Next time though, I should probably just stick to a honey sandwich or quesadilla.
Porter was sleeping through this whole ordeal, and the little brown chick that died was his favorite. I had some errands to run, so stopped by and picked up another chick on the way home. Porter woke up from his nap, ran out, and I just heard, "Where's my brown chick? What The. . . !?! It turned WHITE!!!!"
Baby chicks still need names. Apparently our kiddos aren't too skilled in the naming department. So far they have com up with 'Stripey' (for the black one with a stripe on its back), and Sunny for the yellow ones. Very origional.
Hopefully we can keep these four alive, and hopefully we can get the stinky smell out of our garage when all is said and done. :)
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