The chicks were back in town

It's spring.

Flowers are blooming, grass is growing, the Mariners are actually winning. Wahoo!

Best of all, chicks are hatching. And peeping. And pooping. And peeping. And pooping. Constantly. In our classroom. Only a few feet from my desk. Where the window is open allowing a steady breeze of Eau de Chick Poo to waft in my direction all day long. And after smelling Eau de Chick Poo all day long for 5 consecutive days, one begins to smell it everywhere. In my car. My condo. My clothes. My bed sheets. It's everywhere, I tell you!

While they're not oozing poo from every orifice in their little bodies, they're oozing absolute cuteness. Oh my lands, they're cute. And that almost makes up for the lack of control that they have over their bowels.







What PEEP a PEEP PEEP fun week PEEP of teaching. PEEP PEEP

And now, only silence. It's glorious.

The smell isn't too bad either.