A journalist observes life in the far north.
All six chicks are hens, three black and three golden.
When the grow big enough, they will join our three hens in the coop out back.
They arrived in Fairbanks by aircraft, and the feed store was keeping them in a shed.
When I picked them up today, the lady gave me “employee” access and didn’t balk when I started snapping pictures.
The chorus of chirping sounded sweet.
I wish my six chicks were here. They are so tiny and helpless. I yearn to check on them.