Today I got the best box EVER at the post office. It contained 27, cheeping, peeping baby chicks. Two days old and no bigger than golf balls, these tiny things are eating, drinking, pooping machines. They are snuggled up in a brooder box in the garage, and are more entertaining than television by a mile. I made many, many trips out there today to just stand and stare at all thatnew life. If I had known, when I was a little kid, that I would one day get chicks in the mail, I would have been awfully excited about growing up. Life is good. And there is lots of life in my garage!
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