The baby chick order arrived at the local feed store, and we picked up four fluff balls this morning. For now, the babies have a heated box in the garage but will eventually join the other big hens.
You have to marvel at that tiny spark of tenacious, curious life. Just a couple days out of the egg, transported by plane and truck from who knows where in the country, now imprinting on "The Chicken Whisperer" Maya, who cuddles them into a feet up state of warm bliss.
In other critter news. With the snow gone, I could finally get down to the river without breaking my neck and check out the shoreline after this hard winter. We're just fooling ourselves, thinking we can ever "own" even a bit of nature.
The beaver(s) gnawed and felled several of our pretty young cottonwood trees, and apparently carried them away. Gone, except for the neatly severed stumps. There certainly aren't any beaver dams on the Methow River? A mystery. So it goes. Raccoons in Seattle, beavers in Twisp.
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