Newbie

A neighbor knocked on the door last night, with a young chick in hand. “A feeder,” he said, by which we assumed he meant he bought it for his snake who turned it down. But then I thought, this is the kid who oohed and aahed over our chickens last week, was amazed to learn that you can buy baby chicks, and whose father vowed that if he brings home any chickens it will be my fault and they will be mine.
John has found her a cardboard box, a couple of jar lids for food & water, and intends to take her to the feed store tomorrow in hopes they will take her. We don’t fancy introducing a baby to our lot; they have already trampled two of their sisters (this was before we got them). But I am skeptical of the feed store being willing to take an unknown bird. We’ll see. John is still traumatized over crushing the head of the baby bird he found on the sidewalk under our cherry tree 3 days ago.