
This spring came with our youngest's first real farm responsibility. Chicks. Fifteen baby chicks arrived to the mailbox while we were working in the tater patch, and it's been a job for her ever since. She made sure they had a heat lamp on them for the first weeks, while supplying plenty of water and food. She's even cleaned their temporary pin and now their very own coop. She gets right in there and picks them up and loves on them like only a five-year old has the imagination to do, talking to them like they are her dolls or her new best friend. She doesn't seem to mind that they don't speak back, except in their chirps...