Farm Chicks

 Julienne is always the first to wake up in the morning. She'd be creeping all over me, waking me up with that mumbling so common to infants. Good thing, I often rise to a smiling face.

But why are grandma's places full of chickens? In our place, there are only birds at the small terrace. But in both grandma's places, there are just so many chickens. Do older people have more connection to living things that's why they're wiser?

And everytime I hold Julienne to those little creatures, she always reaches out those small hands as if she can't wait to get a hold of those soft feathers. Of course I hold her back. Err... the germs.  But seriously, I'm considering looking for rabbits.