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We had to look after 10 three-day-old chicks over the weekend. Initially I wasn't too fussed one way or the other about this endeavour, but one look into their sleepy fluffy little eyes and I was smitten. It wasn't long before I had them all sleeping on me as I lounged on the sofa.

I've become quite attached to the smallest of the flock, the last one to hatch, who has taken to hopping onto my hand and nuzzling into my neck. My wife has become attached to one of the first to hatch, too, who also hops into her hand right away.

We have liked the idea of looking after rescue chickens for a while, as pets, but with all the work that has been needed in the garden we've not been able to provide a suitable home. That work, however, is now complete.

So I guess it's time for chickens?

We'll only really be able to have two or three, and there's a lot of work to do before we have somewhere for them to live outside. We have borrowed a home for inside already, and we'll have a couple of months to sort outside accomodations and security out, but we'll get there.

B'kawk!