Remembering Chickhood

Yesterday, a friend of ours purchased 3 hot chicks. Yes, the fuzzy kind, not the human kind. As we oohed and aahed over the cute babies today, I became nostalgic remembering our own little chicks. Was it really almost a year ago that I brought home our own little babies?

I remember the day...

Chickenpox was working its way through many kids in our circle of friends. Sadly luckily Kylie contracted the chickenpox and we began the period of chickenpox induced isolation. I anticipated a time of fever and intense itchiness, but Kylie seemed to barely feel the effects. In other words, we were quarantined with a contagious child who felt well. This was a sure recipe for stir crazy mother and kids.

We had been discussing building a chicken tractor and getting chicks. What better time to get chicks than when we were already stuck at home? Perfect entertainment opportunity! I called my husband to make sure it was okay to jump in with both feet and go pick up the chicks. I must have stated my case as to why we needed the chicks now very well because he said yes. My mother-in-law came over and watched our girls while I went to the store.

With butterflies in my tummy and a quick prayer that chicks cannot contract chickenpox, I picked out 6 chicks (2 Rhode Island Reds and 4 Ameraucanas). I purchase the chicks, some starter feed and came home.

We spent hours watching the little chicks interact, sleep, eat and play. Kylie, especially, spent most of her day sitting there watching and holding them.

Ah, my heart still melts.