My grandparents raised chickens on their southern Minnesota farm. As a little girl, I loved all the animals on the farm, but the baby chicks especially. When they arrived, I was given a cardboard box and allowed to take a chick or two into the house to care for during my visit.
Yesterday, Zola brought two fluffy, peeping baby chicks home from preschool to care for overnight. The sight, sound, and smell of those chicks brought back so many sweet memories of my childhood. I’m happy that, now, Zola gets a turn to experience the wonder of brand new life.
128/365: Zola & Brad handling chicks with care
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