Chicks in the House
Lots of chicks. Lots and lots of chicks. Overrunning the house. They barely sleep. All they do is eat. And they are pooping everywhere. Next week, they will be kicked out of the house and made to fend for themselves in the small barn behind the house.
Last week, Henry’s family had 240 three-day-old chickens delivered to their house. They bought these chickens with the remainder of the cow money that we left with them the prior week. If you have no idea what I am talking about, click here.
This past weekend, Henry told me about the delivery and how excited his family was. We have been quite heartened to hear that the reaction of their neighbors has been uniformly positive. We had been concerned that resentment or jealously would arise, but the fact that Henry’s family had (and then unjustly lost) the cows and chickens has completely mitigated this risk.
Here is a video Henry took with his phone of the chickens, which are living in their house for their first week.
Unrelatedly, I got some really cool business cards this week. My good friend Bob would call them “bitchin’,” but I don’t use that kind of language. At least as far as my mom knows.
New Business Card
I know all about baby chicks in the house. I watched it all on I Love Lucy.
Ask Jared about chicks IN the house!! Oh my what a mess!!
Cluck, cluck! (That’s what the chicks will be saying, not what your mother said about your friend’s description of your awesome business cards.)
I started to pray that Henry will distinguish himself in school and then thought, “no, you and Joline already distinguished him by being the parents to drop him off!” For real though, praying for him to feel both comfortable with and challenged by his studies and his schoolmates.
My love and prayers to all of you with an extra helping for Jessica as she processes the medical mission trip of last week.
Your twin family son can tell you after a few weeks,the smell overtook Jared’s excitement of having baby chicks in his bedroom. The care he gave them and watching him clean their boxes daily and seeing them perched on the top edge of their boxes is a great memory. At that point it was time to go to the farm to the chicken-pen Poppy helped them build, and then, to have a raccoon break in and have most of them for dinner was disheartening until he got sweet revenge on the raccoon(s). We are anxious to hear updates on Henry and his family. Praying for all of you. MiMi
Oh my! It is a good thing they are so cute. . .