In Animal Farm, George Orwell wrote:
“Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals.”
While grown up animals produce things that contribute so much to our lives, baby animals induce a joy so pure that nothing else can replace it. I will be the first to admit that I turn back into a 5 year old girl whenever I see a puppy or baby squirrel. That is why I was ELATED when my friend Linda asked me to come over and take photos of her precious baby chickens that she got for her garden. Ultimately, Linda will finish building their coop and will house them in her ample backyard where she and her boyfriend Matt have an awesome landscape in the works (I will have more on her home renovations this coming spring). One of the first conversations Linda and I ever had was about her affinity for chickens, how much they contribute to a backyard ecosystem, how amazing their fresh eggs are compared to store bought and how, surprisingly, wonderful they are as pets.
Throughout the afternoon, Linda’s friends stopped by to introduce their own baby to the chickens, and Fransisco the wonder puppy had us all cooing over his adorableness. I was in my happiest place that afternoon with all of the cuteness surrounding me.