Friday night, Jason hatched an egg. This is as close to child birth as he can get. And so, he takes it hard when only one out of thirteen actually hatched.
The good news is that Natalie is in love with this chicken. She wakes up in the middle of the night to check on her. (I'm hoping it's a she - poleeeeze!) When Nat wakes up in the morning, she reports to me the night' s activities. Last night, the chick told Nat "You have a nice pair of pajamas --- for me to poop on."
So... those jammies with chicken poop have some shout on them soaking and waiting to be washed.
While the chick was hatching, Nat called Jason at his friend's house to report him to get his keester home. She also called my mother, my sister, and her cousin. If someone randomly called the house, Natalie would bring the phone over to the hatching egg and chirp. When the bird would chirp, she'd ask the unsuspecting caller if they heard the chick. "Did you hear it? It's hatching!!!"
2 comments:
Please give Jason my condolences along with my congrats. I hope the new one thrives. I suppose I can be assured that it will never be on the table for a family dinner. My boys made pets of some chickens I raised for the purpose of gracing our dining room table. Pets do not make good dinner guests!
The new chicken is doing well. I hope you are doing well as well.
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