Chicks

Idaho Falls Geese

Things I saw on a recent road trip: hundreds of geese – some with chicks, magpies, meadowlarks, fresh snow, eroded red sandstone in astounding shapes, green fields with ample water, mountain valleys and farms, a small college in a small town where the only goal is to produce great educators, potato storage sheds, newborn calves, small town cafes with excellent food, an old car roundup, athletes on bikes, and many many rivers. It’s nice to be reminded I live in a beautiful country.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Chicks”

  1. The car swerved at the bend dangerously,missing the mud-bank by millimeters, not that there was much space on the asphalt strip.Out on the highway, one noticed large rectangles of orange-brown rice grain put out to dry, in the blistering sun.Doesn’t matter if the roaring vehicles,
    centimeters away,blew exhaust, dirt and various other pollutants into the edible grain , they will eventually be milled , right?
    Here, in the village heart, there were goat-kids, crawling babies, (naked , except for a bell and a charm tied around their waists),and entire brood of clucking hens strolling purposefully, in the center of the less-frequented village road.
    The car, a large old jalopy, occupied the entire width of the by-lane , sending chicks scattering ,
    and grumbling mothers assiduously oiling their daughter’s hairs,climb hastily onto the crumbling perimeter walls, the car even scraped bit of someone’s thatch roof , complete with a half smoked pack of beedis , that landed on the back seat with a rustle and a thud.

  2. The yellow chicks crowded around the farmer when they saw him coming into the chicken coop with the sack of chicken feed. There were ten of them all chirping, flapping their little wings and bumping into each other. Once the farmer started to spread the grains around him, they started pecking and the chirping became less intense.

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