I have been remiss in writing for a while. A lot has happened this month. My sister Michelle visited for 10 days of fun in March, bringing treasures from Japan and Guam. Just a note, bean candies (or whatever they are made of) is not to my liking, but the kids just loved them.
As Easter approached, Jonathan and I were reminiscing our childhood days and decided to buy chicks for the kids. After looking on-line for local feed and supply stores (most have closed down), we located a store (1 of 2 still open in Denver) with a new shipment in. When we arrived, we were greeted with a blast from the past. Entering a small store with dusty shelves half-hazardly arrayed with dusty items (some from the 1970's), we were greeted by a stooped elderly man and escorted to the back room, which was more like a treasure trove of old memories. There were layers and layers of chick holders, old feed bins standing empty, and a huge actually beautiful dark wood incubator about 15 feet long and 8 feet tall that must have cost thousands even in it's day.
In the store room was plenty of chicken feed for all chickens in Colorado for the next 10 years as well as what looked like every box that had ever been sent to this man. When we went to pay, the man added all the prices on paper and would only take a check, informing us that he would never trust "that new-fangled way of payin." He went on to tell us that his kids and grandkids were too "sophisticated" to ever want to take over his store.
We left both excited about our new chicks and saddened that our country has changed so much. It won't be long until there is only 1 store like this left around here.
So now we've had the chicks for almost a month, and we're down to four. Only 2 days had passed before Katelyn decided to learn a lesson on "fragility" and "death." She did not understand that they could not play as rough with the chicks as she does with Chad, nor did she like the fact that daddy had to bury it. She informed us that the chick could stay as a stuffed animal in her bed.
