Here are some pictures:




Funny story about this picture - I ~thought~ that it would be a good idea to like Brooklyn touch/pet the chick that we were all looking at. So I get the chick in my hand, then let Brooklyn touch it. All goes well until she clenched her fist around the little chicks neck. I immediately freak out, trying to get her hand off the chick. Images of us being banned from the farm raced through my mind and then finally I got Brooklyn's hand off the chick. I checked him/her (I don't know who to tell, even if I tried to look) to make sure that it was alright, put him/her back in in its cage and quickly leave before anyone notices what happened. Ugh...Brooklyn, I will be sure to tell this story at your wedding!

Later...
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