Chicky Baby

Last week, we got the call we had been waiting for. "This is the post office. We have some baby chicks here for you."

They called so early in the morning that EJ hadn't even left for work yet. We loaded up our excited cowboys and headed to the post office. Wubba kept saying, "Babies!" Bubba (the big brother) said, "Mom, I'm going to take care of the baby chicks."

We were making such a spectacle of ourselves that while we took these pictures we had a few folks just stop and watch us!

You can't blame a girl for being excited. After all, I have that maternal thing going on. Those tiny little chicks would make anyone want to take care of them! (Note: we are going to be in big trouble when we eventually purchase animals for meat...)

The cowboys had so much fun on the ride home. They talked and laughed and hooped and hollered when the chicks made noise. Wubba would stick his finger in the box and then pull it out quickly and say, "Ouch!" Obviously, the chicks were not biting him. What a goof ball.
When we got them home, we opened up the box and just take a look...

I think the one in the corner is saying, "Are you talking to me?"

EJ gets pretty excited on baby chick day too! He has sort of become the "chicken whisperer" around here.

They were very happy to find their food...

and water...

Check out the way the yellow chick has her wing around the black one. They must have become BFFs on the long day ride trip to get here.