That's what I got for my birthday yesterday.  A baby chicken.  All of a sudden, I was responsible for the care of a poor, helpless little chicken.

Not to worry, though.  I live on a farm; I am used to helping animals, both large and small.  Now that I am older (ten), I feel I am able to handle the responsibilities geared to caring for 'em, not to mention a baby chicken.

I have named the chicken "Peep".  That's all he does: peeps at me, demanding attention, or perhaps, more'n likely, food.  He is the cutest little thing I have ever seen!

The only time Peep is quiet is when he is with his mama or with me at night.  He sleeps in a lined box and I make sure to get him food or water when he cries out.  So far, no problem, but during the day, I take him outside, so he can be with his Mama, and then I get a break while I do my chores or during the fall to spring season, go to school.  Now that school's out for the summer, I can devote more time to my chores and taking care of my new little pet.

I don't know what the future holds for little Peep, but I plan on making sure he grows up into a fine specimen of a rooster and show him at the fair in the fall before school starts up again.  Maybe he'll win me a blue ribbon.  Or some cash money.  That would be cool!