bombs in bottles
I started a baby book for the chicks:
I have really no other news. The chicks have taken over my entire life. I for one welcome our galliform overlords.
I have been reading the news, etc., but even my responses to that are now chick-based. One friend texted me three separate links to news articles yesterday that covered three separate ways the world was burning. My responses:
"Counterpoint: Repecka caught and ate an ant all by herself."
"Counterpoint: Penelopeep just fell asleep in my hand."
"Counterpoint: [photo of the chicks sleeping on my shoulder]"
I will start caring about wider issues at some point, of course. That point may be as early as tomorrow, as I have a book chapter proposal due. Today, though, I'm just hanging with my peeps.
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