I have distinct memories of my mother telling me to go get the eggs from our chicken coop. Now, I must have been no older than 6 or 7. It was a love hate relationship... me and the chickens. The rooster loved to attack me and peck my back as I ran away and I just hated the chickens. Even now as an adult I can't stand the smell or idea of touching one of those hard wirey birds. But, it was no problem for Claire. She could not wait to hold one. Good thing, because next week we have the job of caring for newly hatched chicks for our preschool. We will take them home over night and make sure they are kept warm and safe. I think Claire will enjoy most of this responsibility!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I'm no lover of chickens
I have distinct memories of my mother telling me to go get the eggs from our chicken coop. Now, I must have been no older than 6 or 7. It was a love hate relationship... me and the chickens. The rooster loved to attack me and peck my back as I ran away and I just hated the chickens. Even now as an adult I can't stand the smell or idea of touching one of those hard wirey birds. But, it was no problem for Claire. She could not wait to hold one. Good thing, because next week we have the job of caring for newly hatched chicks for our preschool. We will take them home over night and make sure they are kept warm and safe. I think Claire will enjoy most of this responsibility!
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