My little CHICK-a-dee

The joys of having children is helping them to experience life . . . right? So, last night, Saturday, our little pet chicken, George decides he is going to squawk at 1 a.m. That's right, 1 a.m. he decided it was time to make some noise. After listening to his chirping for awhile, I went downstairs, as if he was another child, thought he might be hungry and gave him some food. This did not stop him, so I eventually got up again, moved his box into another room and went to sleep.

But, Zachary woke up at 1:30, went to the bathroom, sneezed, blew his nose, it was now 1:48. The last time I saw the clock it was 2:36. It was a short night. And I'm tired.

We made a special delivery this afternoon to the Haron's to deliver a new friend for their other baby chickens. Last I saw George was low chicken on the totem pole. He was by himself, and I kinda felt bad for the guy/gal, but I'll get over it, and so will George. All the other chicks are white, while he is black and white, so we can always pick him out. I wonder if he will come to us when we call out his name? Do chickens have long term memory? Oh, the problems of the day!!