Well it turns out that it was really a happy beginning in disguise.
Last week, when we had our first little peek at spring, we decided to visit the nursery that our girls now call home.
Guess what we found?
One of our gals was being followed around by three very sweet little chicks all her own.
We didn’t get any good photos really. We were too busy being awestruck. My little chicken farmers were beside themselves with pride over their grandchicks.
Silent, slack-jawed wonder, soon followed by gushing, ceaseless glee… that pretty much sums it up.
A small hand slipped into mine, gave it a squeeze and said, “Sometimes the hard thing really is the right thing, isn’t it Mama?”
And I fully expect y’all to remind me of that a few (hundred) years from now, when my own three little chicks are flying the coop, okay?