I’ve been cranking away at the second pair of Combo Sox. I’m very pleased!
The chicks are bigger every day. They chatter to each other softly whenever they are awake, all day, all night. It’s a quiet noise, easily ignored. But it sinks into the consciousness. Yesterday on my way to the grocery store, I swear I could still hear it.
Isn’t this a generous dollop of baby chick?
Martha is the largest, and Dolly is the smallest. I decided to weigh them both. Martha (78 grams) is unimpressed.
Dolly is outraged. OUTRAGED. She shrieks a piercing mega-peep whenever she is removed from the box. I think she would be less vocal if she weren’t alone, but I don’t have enough hands to hold two chicks at once, while making sure not to drop them, and closing the lid on the brood box so that the cats don’t leap in.
Here she is, mid-shriek (60 grams).
“IT’S NOT POLITE TO ASK A CHICK HOW MUCH SHE WEIGHS.”