On a regular trip to the feed store over a year ago, I fell in love. Of course, I entered the feed store with blinders on. It was Spring. Signs of new life were everywhere. The leaf buds on the trees were bursting open. The air was fresh and clean, charged with new life. New little chicks filled the temporary brooders. I had guessed it wouldn’t hurt to hold just one of the Silver Laced Wyandottes. As I held her and shopped she feel asleep in my warm hands. I stalled. I looked at waterers, feeders, supplements, treats, wound care, antibiotics, everything to delay the inevitable of returning her to the brooder. It was clear, I was going home with a new chick. I would add her to the flock of little freshly hatched Silkies in my brooder in the garage. And so it went. I placed her in among her new brothers and sisters and her surrogate mother, Dolly, and watched as the family grew. Rather instantaneously they got along famously.