Do you remember when pet stores would have colored chicks for sale at Easter time? One year we each got a chick for Easter, and I am happy to say that mine survived and grew to a beautiful rooster. Charlie was his name. He was a bit crazy. He roosted on our station wagon. Ate the cat’s food when he could, which was a lot. And crowed all during the day starting at about 5 in the morning. When the neighbors began to officially complain my mom found a farm that needed a rooster for its hens. Charlie became a stud. Not bad for a little pastel Easter chick.
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