cute chicks

One of the (many) benefits in living in a small, rural town is you can stop by your local feed shop after work in March and see these little cuties...


The kids were fascinated...



I have to admit, they were super cute. There was even a (very small) part of me that wanted to take one home with us. Didn't take long to remind myself that, before you know it, they're, well, chickens. Still, they were fluffy and sweet...


Of course, Dan had to make some off-handed remark about how we had chicken for dinner last night...


Don't worry. The kids didn't hear him. At least, not OUR kids.

Sophia was DYING to touch one. But, of course, the rule was we were allowed to look and not touch.

Shhhhhh...don't tell....