Chicks, Day 2

So, caring for chicks isn’t nearly as intense as bringing home a baby, but there are some parallels. Last night Sam said he dreamed the heat lamp had gone out and the chicks were freezing to death. Meanwhile I got up four times in the night to check on them. I totally remember that—both the anxiety dreams, and the obsessive need to see the little bodies breathing—from when Robin and Davy were newborns.

The chicks are doing fine. They’re eating, drinking, and pooping—sleeping a lot, just like they’re supposed to—and exploring all around their little home during the times they’re awake. They make the most adorable little twittering sounds. They’re really gorgeous, with beautiful patterning and sweet fluffy little bodies. I try not to handle them too much, but this morning I scooped one up just to cuddle her. She was alarmed at first but settled in when I tucked her under my bathrobe, next to my skin. They are my girls, and I love them.


8 Responses to “Chicks, Day 2”

  • Megan Says:

    I still peek in to check if Kaia’s breathing. 90% of the time I do it without waking her; I’m so ninja.

    (She, by the way, loves the photo of the chicks, and was very disappointed that video was not available.)

  • Nina Says:

    omg omg omg! how did I miss this? Congratulations!

    I love their names. Perfection.

    I concur that we need a CHICK-CAM.

  • Madeline Says:

    Awww. I did the same things when our chicks were little (and our kids, too, of course). Our chickens follow us around the yard, now that they’re grown up, and five of the six will let us pet them and will tolerate being picked up.

  • ...iph... Says:

    Oh, love! 🙂 When I was growing up, one of our chickens, a lovely black hen called Trudy, was exceptionally tame and given occasional house privileges.

  • shannon Says:

    N’awww! Trudy is a nice name for a hen.

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