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called my dad into my room and said； “Look； Dad！ Look
at this！ Is that the heart beating？”
He studied it for a moment； then smiled and said； “Let me get your mother。”
So the three of us crowded around and watched Bonnie's heart beat； and even my mother
had to admit that it was absolutely amazing。
Clyde was the first to pip。 And of course he did it right before I had to leave for school。 His
little beak cracked through； and while I held my breath
and waited； he rested。 And rested。 Finally his beak poked through again； but almost right
away； he rested again。 How could I go to school and just
leave him this way？ What if he needed my help？ Surely this was a valid reason to stay home；
at least for a little while！
My father tried to assure me that hatching out could take all day and that there'd be plenty of
action left after school； but I'd have none of that。 Oh；
no…no…no！ I wanted to see Abby and Bonnie and Clyde and Dexter and Eunice and Florence
e into the world。 Every single one of them。 “I can't
miss the hatch！” I told him。 “Not even a second of it！”
“So take it to school with you；” my mother said。 “Mrs。 Brubeck shouldn't mind。 After all； this
was her idea。”
Sometimes it pays to have a sensible mother。 I'd just set up for the science fair early； that's
what I'd do！ I packed up my entire operation； posters；
charts； and all； and got a ride to school from my mom。
Mrs。 Brubeck didn't mind a bit。 She was so busy helping kids with their projects that I got to
spend nearly the entire day watching the hatch。
Clyde and Bonnie were the first ones out。 It was disappointing at first because they just lay
there all wet and matted； looking exhausted and ugly。
But by the time Abby and Dexter broke out； Bonnie and Clyde were fluffing up； looking for
action。
The last two took forever； but Mrs。 Brubeck insisted that I leave them alone； and that worked
out pretty great because they hatched out during the
fair that night。 My whole family came； and even though Matt and Mike only watched for about
two minutes before they took off to look at some other
demonstration； my mom and dad stuck around for the whole thing。 Mom even picked Bonnie
up and nuzzled her。
That night after it was all over and I was packing up to go home； Mom asked； “So do these
go back to Mrs。 Brubeck now？”
“Do what go back to Mrs。 Brubeck？” I asked her。
“The chicks； Juli。 You're not planning to raise chickens； are you？”
To be honest； I hadn't thought beyond the hatch。 My focus had been strictly on bringing them
into the world。 But she was right—here they were。
Six fluffy little adorable chicks； each of which had a name and； I could already tell； its own
unique personality。
“I…I don't know；” I stammered。 “I'll ask Mrs。 Brubeck。”
I tracked down Mrs。 Brubeck； but I was praying that she didn't want me to give them back to
her friend。 After all； I'd hatched them。 I'd named them。
I'd saved them from mushy chick disease！ These little peepers were mine！
To my relief and my mother's horror； Mrs。 Brubeck said they were indeed mine。 All mine。
“Have fun；” she said； then zipped off to help Heidi
dismantle her exhibit on Bernoulli's law。
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Mom was quiet the whole way home； and I could tell—she wanted chickens like she wanted
a tractor and a goat。 “Please； Mom？” I whispered as
we parked at the curb。 “Please？”
She covered her face。 “Where are we going to raise chickens； Juli？ Where？”
“In the backyard？” I didn't know what else to suggest。
“What about Champ？”
“They'll get along； Mom。 I'll teach him。 I promise。”
My dad said softly； “They're pretty self…sufficient； Trina。”
But then the boys piped up with； “Champ'll piss 'em to death； Mom；” and suddenly they were
on a roll。 “Yeah！ But you won't even notice 'cause
they're yellow already！” “Whoa！ Yellow Already—cool name。” “That could work！ But wait—
people might think we mean our bellies！” “Oh； yeah—
forget that！” “Yeah； just let him kill the chicks。”
My brothers looked at each other with enormous eyes and started up all over again。 “Kill the
Chicks！ That's it！ Get it？” “You mean like we're chick
killers？ Or like we kill the chicks？”
Dad turned around and said； “Out。 Both of you； get out。 Go find a name elsewhere。”
So they scrambled out； and the three of us sat in the car with only the gentle peep…peep…
peep from my little flock breaking the silence。 Finally my
mother heaved a heavy sigh and said； “They don't cost much to keep； do they？”
My dad shook his head。 “They eat bugs； Trina。 And a little feed。 They're very low…
maintenance。”
“Bugs？ Really？ What sort of bugs？”
“Earwigs； worms； roly…polys … probably spiders； if they can catch them。 I think they eat
snails； too。”
“Seriously？” My mother smiled。 “Well； in that case …”
“Oh； thank you； Mom。 Thank you！”
And that's how we wound up with chickens。 What none of us thought of was that six chickens
scratching for bugs not only gets rid of bugs； it also
tears up grass。 Within six months there was nothing whatsoever left of our yard。
What we also didn't think of was that chicken feed attracts mice； and mice attract cats。 Feral
cats。 Champ was pretty good at keeping the cats
out of the yard； but they'd hang around the front yard or the side yard； just waiting for him to
snooze so they could sneak in and pounce on some
tender little mousy vittles。
Then my brothers started trapping the mice； which I thought was just to help out。 I didn't
suspect a thing until the day I heard my mother screaming
from the depths of their room。 They were； it turns out； raising a boa constrictor。
Mom's foot came down in a big way； and I thought she was going to throw us out； lock； stock；
and boa； but then I made the most amazing
discovery—chickens lay eggs！ Beautiful； shiny； creamy white eggs！ I first foun