We hatched out a batch of chicks this spring.
I had a feeling they would be rowdy birds as soon as they began hatching – the first one exploded out of the shell and immediately began screaming at the world. Six more chicks followed.
We lost two under odd circumstances. After recent events, I’m pretty sure they were assassinated by their brothers and sisters.
The remaining five seemed healthy enough. They were fluffy and cute and picture-perfect. But one day, I came home from work and found carnage inside the brooder.