Small, yellow, with soft, fuzzy fur (or feathers?), soft as a ball of cotton. Big, beady black eyes. Orange legs and feet with matching bill. A fuzzy, cute little ball of adorableness.
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!