To celebrate Easter we have just acquired eight little chicks. I’ve just been adoring their little chickeny ways, pecking and scratching and stretching out their tiny wings, snuggling together in a fluffy heap under the bulb in their box. Seven are Light Sussex (a white chicken with a black collar, large bird) and one is called a Bluebell (a greyish, large bird). I think they should all be good layers, but not until we are well into the summer. They are currently cheeping away, gobbling up masses of chick crumb. They were a huge hit with the kids at Sunday School on Easter day apparently, I missed it, and the egg hunt, as I was driving all over the place to get to Derby Cathedral to play in a scratch orchestra for Mozart’s Coronation Mass.
So yes, tonight we cuddled the chicks, then I had to clean out the indoor rabbit, so I had a cuddle of her, then I went out to the outdoor rabbit to feed her and give her a cuddle too (they are both so fluffy and white), and it struck me how perfectly Easter it is to have white rabbits and fluffy yellow chicks! Happy Easter.