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    Baby Chick Sitter

    Yesterday afternoon, 12 baby chicks arrived in a cardboard box in our kitchen. They’re en route from Eggplant Urban Farm Supply in St. Paul to my parents’ chicken coop in Wisconsin. With a two night stop over at our place. We’re baby chick sitters. Today I have the day off to keep an eye on water and the heat lamp. I’m also supposed to be working on laundry, homework and cleaning the house for a Cinco de Mayo get together tonight. None of that is happening with the tiny ‘chirp-chirps’ coming from that box. Every time I turn around I’ve wandered back over to see what they’re up to. How…

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    House Guests

    Sad to say, but the house guests have gone home. Since last Thursday, five baby Ameraucana chicks have been snuggling in a box on the kitchen floor, awaiting their trip to my dad’s flock in Wisconsin. Despite warnings to avoid attachment and excessive tending, I gave them all names and spent the better part of the weekend monitoring their every peep. How could you not want to hold a little fuzz ball like this? And with a name like Audrey the II, Petunia, Agnes, Bernice, or Mary Margaret it’s hard not to want a whole coop full of hens. After the chicks were safely buckled in and drove away, the…