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!