savagemama: Beyond lucky

Yesterday Eliza wanted to see the chicks we are growing in our garage. Chirping away in an old dog crate they seem to triple in size every few days. I held her up to look through the slats of the crate. “Mama, is that one sitting on a egg?” she asked.

“Oh, not yet baby,” I said. “They are still too young to lay eggs. But if we’re lucky, they’ll lay eggs this summer.”

“We are lucky, Mama,” she said.

As I bent to put her down I stopped still. Read More »