Chicks Strut Their Easter Bonnets

The chicks strutted their Easter bonnets all over the barnyard. Their mother the hen was proud; she loved every second. Their father did not claim them, they were so puffed up. Everyone had an opinion. Some good, some bad. Too confident. Too cocky. Too self-assured. These were the observations of the male chicks. Exciting! Pretty! Lovely! Marvelous! Wonderful! This was the oldest hen’s observation. Let’s call her Grandma.