Today Alan picked up the newest additions to our hobby farm. 30 chicks! They are sooooo cute. Of course the kids each picked out one they claimed for their own. Persuasive language abounded as they tried unsuccessfully to get us to allow them to keep one in their rooms. "But Moooommmm......, I can keep it in a box and feed it and water it and look at it and take care of it. I promise it'll be good." Yeah, right. I should make them write a paper for English listing all the reasons why we should give in. But I won't, since that would be cruel due to the fact it would not change my mind a bit. I'm not quite sure how to convince them that those chicks won't be cute and tiny for long. Their room will stink and they'll have to clean up poop from their carpet when undoubtedly the chick will escape (because chicks seem to be great escape artists). At one time we were up to 18 chickens, but recently they've been picked off one at a time for various reasons. So here we go again. It will be about 6 months before they begin laying. Here's a picture of some of our cuties:
All will not make it to be adults. That's just a fact of life, folks. Then some tears will be shed by certain compassionate, animal-loving children who shall remain nameless. But we've been down this road before. In the meantime, each child is loving on his or her respective favorite.
Can't you see them saying, "Please, please, please?"