Not THOSE kind of chicks, this kind…
So I call new mom as I am getting ready to leave work on a Friday and new mom says ‘hurry home, we have a surprise for you’. This always makes me nervous, I never have any idea what she has up her sleeve.
So I get home and find that container all set up. After my initial shock I asked “what is that?”…
…’oh, those are our chicks!’
“Those are our Chicks, we found them.”
“What do you mean ‘found them’ ???”
“They were on the side of the road and it said free chicks, so we got them.”
“You can’t keep them?!?”
“Yes we can, you said we can’t have a bunny or a puppy, you said nothing about chicks.”
“Chicks turn into chickens, we can’t have chickens in our little apartment.”
“We will just give them back to the farm when they have grown.”
That is when new mom couldn’t keep up the charade any longer. She could see the concern multiplying on my face by the second. She laughed and explained that they were the little guys’ kindergarten science experiment. It seemed our little guy told the teacher we would have no problem watching them over the weekend. New mom was pretty certain I would say ‘NO!’ but I surprised her when I said ‘cool’.
It really was fun. we all surrounded the little pen throughout the weekend tending to them and just watching them. The little guy even wanted to sleep with them.
There is a real peace and serenity just watching and listening to them chirp away. They were pretty easy to care for, and would eat right out of your hand. Let me tell you though, when it came time to feed, it was total chaos. Those little guys are just in it for themselves and will climb over, push, peck at the others for that food.
And they are so soft and cute. We were able to pick them up and hold them without them freaking out too much. And after we got them settled, they literally just closed their eyes and relaxed when we held them.
It was a sad time when we had to give them back. Everything went so well until late Sunday when one of them literally get trampled by his/her fellow cage mates. We did not see it happen, but when we went to look in on them, there was one who was hurt. We made a call to the teacher to ask what to do, and she offered to come pick them up. We called a local vet clinic as well and they said they could not look at the little guy that night. The teacher came and took the chicks back home with her, including our little wounded soldier. We were very sad to see them go, and I am glad our little guy will have the memories and experience of watching the class chicks.
PS, we got to see the chicks not even a week later when Xavier had his Spring open house and it was remarkable how much they changed in a week’s time. I am sure they no longer resemble these adorable little guys we had the privilege to watch for the weekend.