I went grocery shopping with my kids today and my 10 year old picked up a small cornish hen, the kind you can get frozen in the store all wrapped in the little plastic, and I froze dead in my tracks and the first thought that came into my head was that the dead bird in that package was exactly the same size as my 4 week old wyandotte chicks! I was mortified. And my lovely 9 year old daughter, knowing how much it bothered me, decided to follow me around with the cornish in her hand, tormenting me until I made her put it back. She thought it was hilarious. My 10 year old on the other hand was bothered by the thought almost as much as I was. I don't know that we'll be eating cornish hens anytime soon...


