If Chicks could Fly

The ringing of the phone interrupted my snore filled nap with the news of some chicks. Woke up and answered the other line still under the spell of Hypnos and thought it some kind of prank or an unwarranted pimp call, but no, I have to take my mind out of the gutter.

Some folks were weeding the vacant lot at the back of a hospital and accidentally disturbed a nest of an owl, the mother flew and left her five chicks. They took the lowly chicks and surrendered three to the office of the municipal environment office but referred it to provincial office and sent somebody to assess the birds. They were taken and transferred to the regional office and might be donated to a private institution.

If only chicks could fly, they would have been in the warm bosom of their mother, well fed and free as an owl.


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