This past weekend (the second Saturday of the month) there was a chicken swap at our local Tractor Supply Company (along with Disney Land – one of the happiest places on earth).
“Uh oh”, my daughter Addy said as I turned into the parking lot. “Mom, remember. We already HAVE enough.”
“I know, I know, I’m just looking”, I re-assured her. “But just look how cute they are!”
There were only a few vendors there (the season is still young). Among the breeds on display we saw some frizzles (exploded feather dusters), silkies (cross between a chicken and a dandelion head gone to seed) and a showgirl (just a perversion of nature, I mean please, can someone get that chick some good moisturizer?).
Although we saw many adorable chicks I showed restraint. After all, in a few weeks, if all goes well we are supposed to be getting some new babies. I can wait. I can. Besides, these chicks were not sexed and with our luck, we would be looking at a future rooster no matter what signs we’d try to follow (larger feet, larger in body size, the pendulum swings counter-clockwise).
But, but, but, these were here now and they were so cute.
“Be strong.” Said Addy. “And remember that Dad will kill you if you come home with another chick.”
And then we saw some baby ducks. Tiny yellow baby ducks. With elongated bills and minute webbed feet. One baby duck can sit comfortably and then close its eyes in the palm of your hand (ask me how I know).
“Oh my” I whispered as the little wonder snuggled down to the heat of my skin. “Oh my.”
“Come on, pleeease?” I looked at Addy with my best puppy dog eyes.
“Mom!” Addy sharply barked desperately trying to break the spell under which I’d been placed. “No baby chicks, no baby ducks, no bunnies. Let’s get out of here while we can.”
“Oh all right,” I said gently placing the duckling back in the tub to be reunited with her siblings. “But if we don’t get a lot of chicks from those eggs, and I mean a lot. I’ll be back here next month.”
“You just wait and see.”