Family Chickens

Our newly hatched chicks took up residence in the living room, nestling together under the heat lamp in their plastic bin. We had meant to keep the bin’s webbed lid on to protect against the other animals of the house, but we grew careless. So when we walked in to find Frolic staring intently over the edge, we grew anxious. But Frolic hadn’t murdered our little chickens, she was just watching them, trying to understand. When she finished her deliberations, she resolved to adopt them, to guard them and to love them, for they were part of her family now.