chicks

Andrew arranged with a family from our church to visit their chicken farm. So, this morning we took a trip out to the country to see the baby chicks that were born and delivered Sunday. I really didn't know what to expect but it was not this.


A room filled with yellow, fluffy chicks. They stay for approximately 35 days and then are big enough to make it onto your grocery store shelves all wrapped up in plastic, ready to go. After a week or two of cleaning, another round of baby chicks come for their month long visit to the farm. And so the cycle continues. I was not there to analyze the life of the poor chicken. I was there to experience the wonder of these cute little creatures.


And aren't they sweet. Apparently, they start losing their cuteness pretty quickly, so we came on the perfect day.

We asked Jesse if he wanted to hold a chick and without thinking, he reached out for one and held it long enough for me to get a picture. He wasn't willing to do a repeat so I could actually adjust the settings on my camera. Ah, good enough. The older two weren't brave enough to hold one.

Abigail got close but was content to touch their fluffy feathers. Here she is with Mark, our friend the chicken farmer.

They really are so soft.

The kids checking out the all vegetable feed. No by products here folks.

After the tour of one of the many buildings, the kids got to experience some more farm adventures.

The riding of the lawn mower. Abigail even got to take a little spin around with Andrew.

And we almost left with a souvenir. Who wouldn't want to take this sweet face home?