Boys greet one another by slamming their bodies into each other.
Boys are always impressed with themselves.
Grown up boys love to back their 15 passenger van into impossibly awkward parking spaces just to prove they can. It adds to the fun if people stop to watch in disbelief. But the icing on the cake is when their wife is freaking out the whole time, digging her nails into the palm of her hand in panic.
Kevin suggested that the chicks be named Breakfast, Second Breakfast, Elevensies, Lunch, etc. What fun is that? I don't know which is which but some of the chick's names are HENrietta, MiSHELL, and EGGatha. The children know who is who.
They will go live in the garage soon. (The chickens not the kids.) As they get bigger the smell will overpower the basement. At about five weeks they can go live in the chicken coop. We are working on a name for that.
Poultry Palace? Henny's House? The Chick Inn? Maybe we need something in Latin.... Any ideas?
So baby chicks are a lot like any new baby. They sleep for about 2 minutes at a time, eat like their famished, fuss and make cute noises, and poop. And poop. And poop.
They are fun to watch. They will fall asleep standing up. You can see their eyes close and their little head droop. Then they sway and nearly fall over when another one bangs into them. (They are not overly courteous to one another.)
Other times they gather in a little cluster and sit down to sleep. They will spread their tiny wings and rest their heads forward on their beaks.
But, like any group of young 'uns , there is always a trouble maker. She will turn around from the feeder, see a group sleeping peacefully, shout 'kowabunga!', take a running leap and jump on top of her sleeping broodermates, scattering them everywhere.
Throughout Lent, and especially during the Triduum, the Church has walked with our Lord, remembering His passion and death. The Triduum ends triumphantly with the Easter Vigil Mass.
It begins in darkness, still waiting for the Messiah, and takes us through salvation history in the Bible readings. Then the Church bursts forth in glory as we arrive at the resurrection. The alleluia, which we haven't sung since the last Sunday before Lent, is returned to us. The altars that were stripped on Holy Thursday are resplendent with flowers and sacred altar clothes. The candles are lit. The Church cannot contain Her rejoicing.