Leedey kindergartners always hatch chicken eggs in an incubator each spring, then they beg and plead with their parents until they let them take one home. I'm thinking the other k-garten parents let me down...because I ended up with three, not one!
I actually grew up on a commercial chicken farm that housed around 24,000 chickens every eight weeks, so I have plenty of experience with these little critters. I tried to talk my youngest out of it: "they are nasty," "they chirp non-stop," "they aren't very smart," etc. etc. But it was useless. The fluffy yellowy cuteness won out and my youngest has now become a Mama Hen. She loves playing "guess which chick this is?" with me. I can't tell them apart (except for Spot who has distinguishing characteristics if you can't tell by his name), but Mama Hen can somehow.
But Mama Hen has been warned: the chicks will have to head to a farm soon! Until then, if you see a little girl "walking" her chicks in the front yard, you'll know the story! :)
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