I spent all week thinking today was the first day of Spring. I made plans to spend the day frolicking about to celebrate, and I made Sweet Husband promise he would go to the local feed store with me so I could stand and gaze longingly at the baby chicks for awhile.
Turns out, the first day of Spring was yesterday, but we had to go see the chicks anyway, of course. Sadly, it will still probably be next Spring before we bring some home, but--on the upside--our feed store actually has quite a bit of variety, so I think I should be able to get whatever I want there rather than trying to mail order.
Don't they just make you want to nuzzle them?
