Baby chicks

We inherited six baby chicks, whom we kept for a few days. At first we intended to get on board and keep them as pets, but when I realized the amount of time and energy that was needed to raise these little guys, our plans quickly changed. The chicks came from a Kindergarten teacher at his school, and Odan had watched them hatch and become very attached. Here's how giving them away went down.

M: "It's time to take the chicks to their new home."

O: "You mean outside?"

M: "No, a new home. A farm."

O: "Wheeler Farm?"

M: "Not quite. A different one a little further away."

The boys came with me to drop them off at their new home. As we were taking the chicks out and putting them in their new cage, Odan said,

O: "Mom, I feel sad."

M: "I know honey, let's say goodbye and tell them they're going to have a good life here."

Odan bends down,

O: "Bye, you're gonna have a-" he is holding back tears and choking up, "good...life...here."

We get back in the car and as we are driving away Odan literally bursts into sobs.

M: "Odan, I'm so sorry! They are going to have a good life! Some people just take chicks and feed them to their other pets, but they get to grow up and live there."

O: "I hope Batman doesn't get eaten!"

Batman was the name of his chick.

O: "Mom, it hurts when I swallow!"

M: "Honey I'm so sorry!"

I felt like the worst Mom ever. Periodically I would hear things throughout the week like, "I miss the chicks" or "This song is sad and reminding me of the chicks, turn it off"

Names of our other fluffy friends: King named the biggest one Vladimir, DeeAnn named two- Anna and Elsa, I named one Beethoven, Odan named his Batman, and Kendall named one something even he doesn't remember, although I called that last one Peach.