Our Little Gal loves her yellow chick.
I don’t know why, after only a week of her loving, it’s so hard to catch now.
We spent too many minutes chasing that chick this morning when it flew out after we’d raised the lid of the pen. Seems like it would just wait in one spot for Little Gal to pick it up.
Who knew such a little thing could be so fast and frustrating? (um, yes, I’m talking about the chick)
Little Gal sure does love it. Her mama? Not so much. Not after that chick chase this morning. Tomorrow, it’s fuzzy cuteness and melodic chirp will likely make me forget the chase. Today, I wonder if the feed store gives refunds.
(p.s. I know, her hands! I toldyou my kids get dirty.)