Apparently the grieving process, in regards to poultry, is pretty short. At least when you're 6. Ezra started asking for a new chick within several hours of losing Lovely. I guess there's no appropriate waiting period...when you're 6...and we're talking about a chicken. So, of course, being the parents we are (which I sometimes wonder about), we started looking for another chick. On Thursday, Jared took Ezra into Council Bluffs so he could get his new chick.
Welcome to the family, Lovely 2.0!
Naturally, the company wouldn't allow Jared to buy just 1 chick. Even though we already had 2 more waiting at home. So, again, being the parents that we are (wondering, wondering)...
Welcome to the family, Tula!
That's right. We now have FOUR chickens. Four. Chickens. I actually can't help but chuckle about it. *sigh* This wonderful walk with Jared is certainly full of surprises. I'm thankful to have married a man that makes life more fun and adventurous. Emphasis on adventurous!