I swear in the 3 days since we have had the chicks, they have almost doubled in size. This may be an exaggeration, but I don't think so. Lottie has discovered them, and is obsessed; standing by the garage door wanting to get in and I don't know what (eat, torture, maim, smooch, play). I am feeling the burden of having multiple non-human children. I worry about them. I am concerned about their diet, their lack of exercise. How will I ensure they get a good education about the out-of-doors; the city predators that await them.
Tonight just after I took this picture, I was re-filling their feed trough, when Beulah decided to fly the cardboard coop while Lottie was standing watch. Let's just say there was some mayhem and excitement, but no fatalities. And luckily, I have genetically low blood pressure and can react to stress in a calm manner. But holy-moly, I don't need that to happen again.
We had smoked chicken in our pasta last night and I thought of these three ladies briefly. Will I be willing to eat them when the time comes? I think so. But we'll have to cross that road with the chickens when we come to it.
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