Monday, June 14, 2010

Life is Funny - My Peeps

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We had a new delivery this week in the Weight...What? household. Baby chicks! They came in the mail. Yes, in the mail. I went to the post office to pick up a little peeping box. And they are the cutest little things!


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My daughter is smitten. If she's awake and home, she wants to be with the chicks. Who can blame her? Look at those little faces and fluffy bodies! And they're so entertaining to watch! We have one who has big dreams of escaping the box. She stares up at the top of the box, then suddenly leaps into the air. No, she's not even close to making it out, but she keeps trying. The other chicks freak out every time that one makes an attempt. Pretty funny to watch.

So as I mentioned, the chicks are kept in a box here. At first we had the box in the laundry room on the counter (to keep them away from a very interested dog). While up there, my daughter wasn't able to get to them to pick them up, so I was on pick-up duty. It became a joke around here that I was "The Claw" because I was always reaching in and grabbing them.


Oh, and their names? Marshmallow (Peep), Nugget and Noodle. 'Cuz that's how we roll around here.

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3 comments:

Ginny (MAD21) said...

In the mail??!! Seriously? I cannot imagine! How traumatic for the chicks and hilarious for the mailman delivering a chirping box...

sherri said...

Sweet....my favorite pet was a duck my parents gave me for Easter.

Her life ended when a "very interested" cat got the best of her. Take good care of them!

I had no idea you could mail chicks! (mail order brides, yes, but chicks?)

Sarah Salter said...

My friend, Ken, got 5 baby ducklings for his 5 grandsons for Easter one year. His grandsons' parents promptly decided that the ducklings should live at Grandmommy and Granddaddy's house. And since there was a pond at Grandmommy and Granddaddy's house, that just seemed to be an ideal plan... Until one day when the 3-year-old sees the Great Dane walking by with white feathers on his mouth and says, "What's that Grandmommy?" His 5-year-old brother cheerfully exclaims, "It looks like dead duck to me, Grandmommy!"