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One Chick Shy

ChicksWe had a heavy rain storm late yesterday afternoon which led to a bit of an adventure. As soon as the storm was over, Bob went out and conducted a bird count finding it to be one chick shy of a full flock. Bob searched for the seventh chicken without success. A little later I went out and heard frantic cheeping from the other side of the wall. So I walked around and saw a chick which I thought might be Amelia and tried to lure it towards me with clucking sounds.

The hen and other chicks had already gone to roost for the day. Apparently hens can’t count as there was no clucking or other signs of agitation from the mother ship. Bob joined me and herded the poor lost chick out onto the street towards our gate, which I ran ahead and opened. Once inside, the chick ran to the roosting spot and joined her family, proving that it was indeed Amelia. Flushed with success, we also settled in for the evening.

By Camille Armantrout

Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.