Many of us who are of a certain age remember watching the Newhart show (the one at the inn.) One of the funniest gags that ran throughout that show was when Larry, Darryl and his other brother Darryl, the three backwoods bumpkin brothers entered the room and announced themselves.
No matter how many times that line was said, it always caused a chuckle because it was so silly. Who gives their kids the same name?
This spring we got 4 chicks to add to our flock – two of 2 different breeds so that we had balance. One died. (She happened to be a runt and just didn’t grow.) The remaining 3 grew strong and have matured into fine adolescents.
But they’re a little unbalanced now. We have two white birds (that we’ll never be able to tell apart) and our single New Hampshire Red.
True to chick behavior, these guys go *everywhere* together. Like Frick and Frack, if you see one, you’ll soon see the other two nearby.
“Are we ever going to name those chicks?” My daughter asked this weekend.
I looked at the chicks, best of buddies and I replied, “Sure thing, we’re going to call them Frick, Frick, and Frack.”
My daughter looked at me with her largest “huh?” eyes. Who gives their chicks the same name? After a beat or two when the absurdity finally sunk in, she laughed.
I’m telling you, it never gets old.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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