Nothing says “Easter” like colored chicks. For a brief moment there was nothing going on in the whole-wide-world, except in front of her. No thought of the Easter Bunny, Easter egg hunts or jelly beans … just the marvel of another living creature.
Thought for the Day: Boys, I may not know much, but I know chicken poop from chick salad. Lyndon B. Johnson
BTW: photo by Verna