The wonder of chickens (and their egg song) made me a better person — and parent
Our correspondent bought some mail-order chicks. They grew into hens. They changed her life for the better. And then one day ... she heard this wondrous sound.
Back in October, I was working at my desk when the phone rang. "Your order arrived. And the box is making a lot of noise," he said. "You better get over here."
I hopped into the car, rushed to the post office and sure enough, as I walked up to the counter, I could hear the box – or what was inside it – literally chirping.
When I returned home and opened up the box, a pile of baby chicks – just a few days old – rolled onto the floor. They looked like 15 black-and-white fluff balls, jiggling around. Goodness, gracious! They were so cute!
"Well," I said to my husband, "we're now chicken people."
That's right, I ordered 15 chicks in the mail. I didn't do it just for the eggs.
