That's what I hear when I answered the call from the post office this morning at 7:00 am. 26 day-old chicks were calling me from a dream in which I was dreaming about trying to corral bunches of baby chicks. But it wasn't a dream. They are now all safely bedded down in our green house, eating and drinking greedily, in a race to see who gets their feathers first. They will live in town with us for a month or so until they are old enough to sleep in their new house at the farm. We have fixed them a nice area in the middle of the green house. Hope they don't keep keep the seedlings awake at night.
