When i brought the chicks home I was so concerned some of them would not survive through the first week. I watched them like a hawk...poor choice of words I know. There were six of them and they all survived to go outside into the big coop and I worried they would be too cold and they would die. When I let them out to free range I was worried a big bird would swoop down and eat them up. When they laid their first eggs the egg song made me worry they were being killed. When the first two went missing I worried they were dead and when Buffy returned home with open wounds everywhere I worried she would not recover. And when the other birds killed her I worried I could never look at them the same again. Now I have four new babies and four big girls. I still worry but this last year has taught me much on what I am capable of. I am capable of taking tiny little birds that fit in the palm of my hand and raising them up strong. I am capable of loving them as you would any pet or family member and I am capable of admitting how much it hurts to lose them...even if they are just chickens. I am capable of moving on and yet never forgetting the lesson. I did not know these things about myself until I let 6 little peepers into my home and into my heart for the first time. R.I.P. Buffy the Vampire Slayer (B.O.) and Ord the Easter Egger.