Today, Mama's babies are 17 days old. All the children hereabouts have visited, petted, cuddled and occasionally dropped a chick in the past couple of weeks (and with Easter upon us there are plenty of juvenile feet crashing up and down the staircase in search of fluffy love).
For the last few days, however, the chicks have been blessed with the power of flight and have taken to jumping out of their cardboard box and, Gremlin-like, have been wreaking havoc in the bathroom.
Now I used to live in intimate co-habitational bliss with a herring gull, brought as an injured chick from the Castelli di Cannero. It doesn't bear thinking about now that the house is more, shall we say, civilised (it's all relative), but it does mean that Mama doesn't mind the chicks.
She doesn't mind having 21 chicks hurl themselves at her across the floor like so many plump, fluffy bullets every time she comes into the room.
She doesn't mind when they get into the food sack and spray grain everywhere.
She doesn't mind that slimy, squidgy feeling between her toes.
And she really doesn't mind being sat on like a statue in Trafalgar Square when she's herself sitting and trying to get to the end of the Economist book reviews section despite the fluttering of tiny wings.
But perhaps the cat might do more than take a lively interest in the lively goings on.
And perhaps we all might decide that a little showertime privacy would be nice.
|"No peeking, cheeky!"|
|"I want DNA tests on the whole lot of 'em before I show them where the worms are..."|
And arriving in situ, they formally met some hens that may or may not be their mothers.
|"Are you my Mommee?"|
Perfect for Easter! Love the photo of the cat with the chicks!
Love the story and photos! Seem to recognise their box or perhaps its the brown tape!! :o))
Your series mad me smile. Chicks! What a treat for children and cats! ;-)
Oh, the joys of babies in the house. Loved reading this post and the cute pictures. Must be way too quiet now.
I keep hearing the cheep of chicks every time I pass the bathroom door...
Yes, dry dry, dry. Hosepipe ban pretty soon. No rain for months now. The garden is just about managing on the early morning dew. 70f plus yesterday, warmer than Spain.
Happy Easter Louise, lovely story and photos.
Oh the fleeting joys of chicks!
Enjoy your Easter and thanks for putting a smile on my face.
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