We took a little trip out to Colby over Spring Break and got to see the new chickens on Uncle Dave's farm. (Technically, Uncle Dave's farm is more of a crop farm, than an animal farm. Unless you consider a herd of canines to be livestock.) Anyway, Bea was braver than Gus when it came to holding the little chicks. I thought she was going to try and squeeze an egg out of this one. But no damage done. Just some frightened feathered friends, and two kids that found one more reason to love going to Uncle Dave's.
