Wings and Drumsticks

Our wonderful janitor lent us four chicks for the day.

The children were enchanted by the fuzzy creatures.  Everyone (even the squeamish ones) wanted to hold a wee fowl.

Perhaps I’m a little hard hearted, but I was more than ready to say buh bye to our downy guests at the end of the day.

The class had a faint farm-ish whiff by 2:30 and I just didn’t find the chicks cute.  (I prefer my chicken skinless and deboned.)

As to class mascots, say hello to Chickie, the rubber chicken I squeeze when I want the class’ attention.  Now he’s cute!

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