Maybe a roos been at the khalua too!!!!!
Dear Wonderful and Responsible Chicken Owners,
My name is Jane Doe. I am just poor little mystery chick looking for my way in the world. I was born on the rough side of tracks and my irresponsible and neglectful mom found me riding the rails in the huge scary incubator. I mean I want to grow up and be a professional skateboarder someday, but at about 12 hours old, don't you think I am still a little young? So after riding the rails for hours among all my brothers and sisters (I think SHE might have killed them because they are just sitting there like blobs while there is an earthquake right under their feet), my so called mom opened up the incubator and let in all this super cold air and then skeeched and promptly grabbed me by the legs and tossed me out into the cold dark world, abandoning all the other babies and leaving me cold and alone.
Is the such a thing as Chick Protective Services? Because, I can't totally sure because I wasn't born yesterday, but I think she is an imposter!!! I am nothing more than a lonely, lonely baby in the world but there is something quite wrong with that mama hen if you ask me. It seems to me that she at least have feathers, unless that rooster has been after her too much! I dream of some beaver clear family where the world is warm and safe and I get tucked lovingly under the wing every night falling asleep to the sweet coos of a mama who loves me.
Alas, this is not my lot in life. I was born into a cold harsh world where I somehow fell through the cracks of the great turning rack in the sky. Why or why couldn't I have been born to one of you mamas and papas that are so keen to adopt and who have lost so many babies already, instead of this shumck? I am reaching to you to help me find myself. Please, oh please, can you at least tell me what I am?
I know what you are! MINE!!!!Dear Wonderful and Responsible Chicken Owners, My name is Jane Doe. I am just poor little mystery chick looking for my way in the world. I was born on the rough side of tracks and my irresponsible and neglectful mom found me riding the rails in the huge scary incubator. I mean I want to grow up and be a professional skateboarder someday, but at about 12 hours old, don't you think I am still a little young? So after riding the rails for hours among all my brothers and sisters (I think SHE might have killed them because they are just sitting there like blobs while there is an earthquake right under their feet), my so called mom opened up the incubator and let in all this super cold air and then skeeched and promptly grabbed me by the legs and tossed me out into the cold dark world, abandoning all the other babies and leaving me cold and alone. Is the such a thing as Chick Protective Services? Because, I can't totally sure because I wasn't born yesterday, but I think she is an imposter!!! I am nothing more than a lonely, lonely baby in the world but there is something quite wrong with that mama hen if you ask me. It seems to me that she at least have feathers, unless that rooster has been after her too much! I dream of some beaver clear family where the world is warm and safe and I get tucked lovingly under the wing every night falling asleep to the sweet coos of a mama who loves me. Alas, this is not my lot in life. I was born into a cold harsh world where I somehow fell through the cracks of the great turning rack in the sky. Why or why couldn't I have been born to one of you mamas and papas that are so keen to adopt and who have lost so many babies already, instead of this shumck? I am reaching to you to help me find myself. Please, oh please, can you at least tell me what I am?
