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 »