Happy Meal

Meet the newest members of the Grace Family....

Seriously, could they not come up with a better

container to take the chicks home??

Must it look like a happy meal from McD's?

3 piece chicken, please! With a dot of poop..

Ew.

Aside from all their poop, they are so soft and cute.

Squeaky toys that move.

Apparently when you are getting your picture taken with a chick you need to scrunch up your shoulders and stick your neck out.

I realize this is a bad picture, but please note the chick in my hand and the chick in Mr.B's hand. Do you see his chick's head?

No? Well that's because you can't.

This chick was a bit on the limp side, if you will.

After returning home from Bible Study, we noticed there was one that:

a) had no eyes

b) was laying flat getting trampled on by the others

Mama Grace was too grossed out to pick up a dying chick, so of course, who else is more perfect to volunteer than me. Because if you know me, you know that I am NOT a huge animal lover and I would totally be able to handle a limp chick no problem.

My inner "Fly Away Home" {use to be one of my favorite movies when I was younger. A story of the girl who finds geese eggs and raises them- anyone else know that movie??} took over and I was certain she just needed a little love and comfort. I was determined to bring her back to life.

This whole idea worked out much better in my head where I actually held her for more

than .01 seconds.

I didn't expect her to be quite so limp and flimsy. She was a little too dead-like for me.

I fr.eak.ed.

GET IT OFF!!!! TAKE IT AWAY!!!

This fuzzy cute little chick quickly became a flat pancake {maybe more like a waffle, she wasn't that flat} of nasty.

So gross.

My hero, Mr. B, took her away from me. He held her cupped in his hands and for some reason she didn't look as dead as she did when I was holding her with my hands as flat and straight as I could get them. Weird.

He claims he still felt the heartbeat.

We held them for a few more minutes

and put them back in their coop.

The new one I was holding quickly ran away to play with the others.

The one Mr. B was holding quickly did nothing, but lay there lifeless, all stretched out and twisted.

She was dead.

At least, we kinda tried.

The next scene went something like this....

Mr. B who was holding the dead chick: {opens twizzler and begins eating it}

Everyone else who held a chick: {washing hands}

Me: {to Mr. B} Did you already wash your hands?

Mr. B: {deer in headlight look. quickly spits out twizzler} I was wondering why everyone was washing their hands! I totally forgot! That's so nasty. {tries to wash out mouth}

Everyone else: {grossed out and laughing hysterically}

I think you had to be there to know how funny it was, but for now just laugh and pretend you think it is too. Ok, thanks.

Anyways, has anyone ever owned any chickens??

We hear they actually like to cuddle and be pet?? The only thing is they aren't even close to being as cute as adults as they are as chicks, so we will see how that goes. They aren't mine so I will leave the cuddle-with-big-ugly-chickens department up to my family. They also eat ticks and spiders in the yard, which is a huge plus because there's lot this time of year.

Has anyone ever had their eggs? We hear they are much better. I hate eggs, but everyone else in the fam loves them.

Does anyone think the Grace Family is crazy?? ;)