When they called from the post office at 6:45 on Monday, Richard could hear our box of chicks peeping loudly in the background. One was dead in the box, but the rest are thriving in the garage, growing wing feathers already.
The all yellow chicks are Cornish X meat birds, destined for the freezer by fall. Anna has solved the "Don't name anything that you're going to eat" problem by naming them Curry, Stirfry, Nugget, etc.
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