Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

April 11th 2020. Brett and I have been raising chickens for just shy of a year now. We have a small flock of 8 birds, so we decided it was time to expand our little hen family and get some baby chicks. Excited about the prospect, we got a cute little chick corral and all the fixins you would need to care for baby chicks. We cannot wait for Cora to see them! We set them up in the office, safest place for them since we have “predators” who live among us, the most dangerous one is a little blue eyed girl.

We have them all set up, and for future reference I don’t recommend, inside the house. I swear several months after the moved to the barn I feel like I’m still cleaning up dust that they created. We wake Cora up from her nap and Brett takes her up in his arms and, based off of the smile on his face, he is more than excited about bringing Cora in to see her new little nuggets. Phone in hand and the video rolling, we are ready to capture Coras reaction.

We enter the room, Cora’s curious eyes scan over the red corral that houses the 12 baby chicks. Cheep, cheep, cheep, such noisy little buggers, but to say they are insanely cute is an understatement. With great enthusiasm, Coras eyes widen. Dad sets her down to get a closer look. Suddenly, Coras arm raises and she gives a little point, “what is that?” I quickly cut off the video as Coras question was about to be answered by herself.

Tromping around like Godzilla, it’s hard to tame the dinosaur who is attempting to grab and take anything within her reach. I was able to pick up one of the chicks in hopes Cora would want to pet her. To nobody’s surprise, she would prefer to hold the chick. So, in order to protect the chicken city from Godzilla Cora, we remove our dinosaur, and I’m sure we prompted her with food to avoid a meltdown.

Godzilla is back in her cage munching on Bamba. I am sure she is plotting her next plan to infiltrate chicken city. Her intent may not be to destroy the city but, much like Godzilla, I feel as the toddler stage progresses she is out to destroy her creators. As the days continue and the tantrums ensue, I am utterly convinced of this.

Cora with some of the older hens!

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