Easter with Eggs and Chicks

When I was growing up, my family did the traditional Easter morning of dressing up in spring dresses and new patent leather shoes.  Mom always had an Easter hat. Oh how I wish I had a picture of Mom in one of her Easter hats. Then off to Loche Arbor Baptist Church for Easter Sunday Service.

Lenora, Debbie, Me with 2 chicks on my shoulder

Grandsons get supervised play with my chicks.

But this time of year was also about Easter eggs and baby chicks.  Back when I was a child, Daddy always bought us each a dyed chick.  They would be blue, green, orange and etc.  Today "No dyed chicks" is the only city ordinance in Shreveport regarding livestock. Of course with my mini urban farm, I don't want that to change. Anyway, yellow or black chicks are great.  Poor little chicks never did live to grow up.  We played and played with them.  Yes, now I think it is animal cruelty and I've never given an animal to my children or grandchildren for Easter.  But Lenora, Debbie and I have some great and sad memories of the chicks and rabbits we got for Easter.


When I was about 6, we had a Chihuahua named Lady, who slept with me. I loved my little chick so much that I decided it would sleep with me too.  I don't know why my parents didn't talk me out of that.  The chick slept on one side of me in a shoebox and Lady slept on the other side. The next morning, I awoke to a very tragic scene.  In the box was a beak and one foot.  Obviously, Lady had a midnight snack.





I still make pets out of my chickens.  Though my mother still tries to tell me that chickens are for eggs or for frying, not pets.

Me and Sunny the green egg layer