by Grace , age 5

Elsa is my hen. She is pretty. She is black and white and has a yellow beak. Mom says she is a Cuckoo Muran chicken. I love her. She kind of has a yellow spot on her neck.

She’s 7 weeks old now and she kind of likes me picking her up, but sometimes she runs from me. When she was little she had poop stuck on her butt and I had to help Mom clean it off. When I pick her up she flaps her wings so I let her go. She runs back to Greta and Penny. Elsa is my chicken, Greta is my brother’s chicken, and Penny is my sister Ella’s. Elsa hates being alone, she goes tweet tweet tweet tweet.

We’re gonna buy new chicks if every single one dies too or we’re going to buy one more black chick so I can have my own chick if anything ever happens to Elsa. I hope nothing does. But don’t worry, all of the chicks are alive. We have a video of the chicks 🐥Did you see it on the video? (Grace is referring to this post.) I’m sure that you can see it on your iPad, or your phone, with your laptop, or your Kindle….anything you want! Just look on a thing and find the video watch it, and then you can see what goes on with our chicks!

Sometimes my Dad puts things on the grass that’s not good for chicks so we can’t let them on the grass and instead take them to the garden. They like to eat worms, our chicks.

I help mommy do things around the house then we can play with the chicks. Sometimes Elsa runs so fast I can’t even grab her sometimes she flaps her wings sometimes she’s very quiet and I do like her cuddling up whenever I want. Sometimes Mom gives us treats for the chicks and we feed them from our hands. It tickles. Sometimes it’s a lot of work but it’s so fun to play with all the chicks.

OK guys, bye!

*Posts dictated with an app by Grace and edited for spelling and punctuation (and a little bit of clarity) by Mom.