It must be Spring - little things are popping up all over the place.
Meager beginnings I hope will turn into a fruitful harvest.
Wee baby lettuce just popping their little heads up to say hello to Spring.
There is something about the emergence of seeds. It's primal, it's survival, it's nurturing, it's surprising, it's damn good eats! After all my years of gardening, I never cease to get excited by the growth cycle. Not quite as exciting as your first born, but, pretty darn close! haha
Chicks are another thing I never tire of watching them grow. It simply amazes me how fast they grow! Before you know it, they'll be making the trip out to the "big girl pad" with the other groovy big girls learning to scratch around, build a nest, and ultimately, lay an egg.
This new bunch of girls are rowdy - like, wake me up in the middle of the night rowdy. They somehow feel 2am is party time. They totally wreck the brooder like a rock band at a Holiday Inn! Water fonts overturned, pine chips flung all about the brooder, loud chirps, squeals, and squabbles.
They always look very ashamed of themselves when I come down to see what all the commotion is about, but, just like any pre-pubescent youngster, they start right at it the minute you turn your back!
Tell me, what is a chicken mother to do?