My furry little buddies got a bit chilly this afternoon as dh and the children left to take Valentine for a walk outside. I arrived home to find all the doors open, along with the lid of the box and all the chicks huddled under the lamp. I proceeded to get them warmed up and never noticed that we were 1 chick down. :( Tonight SL was looking in on the chicks and yelled "one chick dead", (he's 3 sentence structure isn't on his priority list). We raced over to find the poor thing laying on it's back and the head was smuched under the wood shavings. :( Less than a year after moving to this home we have lost more animals than I care to think about, but it has made the children very tolerant of death . . .
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