Callista15
Sprinting down the street
Today my mom made waffles. There were some left over, so she suggested I feed them to the chickens. One went in with Duchess and Duke, another went to May, Shadow, and Doctor Bird, yet another went to the oldest babies, and the last one went in with the youngest babies. Now the chicks are lined up, their heads stuck through the bars, staring at me like something out of The Exorcist. I guess I can kiss my chance of sleeping tonight goodbye. Who knew fluffy three-week-old chickens could be that dang creepy?!