We had a very bad day in the poultry business at our house yesterday. Ronda bought Hannah some baby chicks for Easter. After they started getting a little older we moved them to a big planter box in the back yard. At night we turn on a light, cover with a plastic sheet for protection. Well yesterday morning we forgot to take the plastic off. At 3pm Ronda calls and says can you go check the chickens. I thought: they are probably all dead. Well all but one. And ironically the one out of 17 that survived, his name: Sunny!
So goes the Chicken business.