It's amazing how much a little creature can wriggle into your life in just one day. I think it's a huge testament to life in general, it makes me feel very positive about impacting on others, knowing how much a little bird can get to me in less than 24 hours.

We had 6 baby chicks to begin with, tonight 4 remain. One died on the way home, the second, who we named 'Tyson' as a sort of good omen, died this evening. She was very quiet and a lot smaller than the other chicks, and didn't open her eyes all day. So naturally Mum and I doted on her all day, trying everything we found on the internet to help her. She got a bit better when Chloe came round this afternoon but she died in Chloe's palms.

Look how cute!

 (This was in Mum's bandana-singing-to-the-chick stage of research)

R.I.P. Tyson. <3