The phone rang, I answered and all I heard was peep, peep, peep, a crank call? No way, it was code for "the chicks are here"! ChickenDad was on his way home from the hatchery with the children, I hurried out to the yard with my closest approximation to a baby blanket to greet them. OMG! Little adorables but this time I would be their Mom. Seven Sweet little red chicks…Seedmother was in love again.
I got out a towel and laid it out on the grass for the new babies, I thought we could snuggle a bit but they instinctively knew where the grass was and went for it immediately. I must admit I felt a bit rejected when I saw that they were much more interested in pecking little bugs on the lawn than being with their loving mother.
I had been idealizing some tender Madonna & child moments like these.
Eventually, they would come to accept me. Still, what mother's heart wouldn't swell with love watching her child peacefully drift off under her protective gaze?
I got out a towel and laid it out on the grass for the new babies, I thought we could snuggle a bit but they instinctively knew where the grass was and went for it immediately. I must admit I felt a bit rejected when I saw that they were much more interested in pecking little bugs on the lawn than being with their loving mother. 
I had been idealizing some tender Madonna & child moments like these.
Eventually, they would come to accept me. Still, what mother's heart wouldn't swell with love watching her child peacefully drift off under her protective gaze?
