Chicks Chicks Chicks
And a funny chick joke:
I’ve been told that the important thing is to make sure you’re holding their wings to their sides, and supporting them from underneath.
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I'm a writer and mom living in Oakland. This is my personal blog; I write about parenting, cooking, local issues, books, and anything else that's rattling around inside my head.
I am the author of The Millennial Sword, an urban fantasy novel set in San Francisco, and two read-aloud picture books for kids, The Big Booger Bubble and Gail Murphy and the Piskies.
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May 11th, 2012 at 6:01 pm
Oh wow — their wings are really coming in!
Are the kids mesmerized?
(genuinely laughed out loud at the “pick up chicks”, btw)
May 11th, 2012 at 10:36 pm
Robin runs in to say hi to them every morning.
Davy persists in calling them “ducks,” no matter how we try to argue with him. “Ducks!” he cries, pointing and grinning. “Ducks!”