chicks

Every spring my family orders around fifty chicks. We raise them for a few months and then bring them in to get butchered. This may sound harsh but afterall, it is the life of a chicken.

My favorite part about them is when they are just days old. They are so cute and especially soft. Their smooth yellow coat along with their little chick face makes them look so adorable. Holding them is even better. Even though sometimes they want to jump out of your hands. They are so soft and gentle, and not to mention warm and cuddly as well. It’s my favorite when my dad brings home the freshly hatched baby chicks.

Not long after we bring them home, their feathers begin to change and their little bodies get a lot bigger. I think they’re ugly at this time because of the way they look. They have some white feathers and some yellow. Some have missing feathers or not many feathers at all. This is probably my least favorite time with them.

When they grow older and have gotten substantially larger, they are ready to be butchered. Most times I get really sad because I don’t want them to go. Even though it’s normal, I still don’t like when they leave. Although I do like eating chicken so it’s worth it in the end.