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| Kids in a box. |
Yesterday the temperature continued to hover in the Quite Chilly range. Since than mean old farm woman (me) had readjusted the TekFoil insulation around the keet brooder to the keets' benefit, the kids piled into their favorite jumping-on and sleeping-in cardboard box.
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| The same kids, now disturbed. |
The box is already starting to sag from all of the kids jumping on it, and the little kids have grown enough that the box will only fully accommodate three of them at a time; however, this did not stop them from
piling in another three heads--heads whose backsides were exposed to the draft.
This batch of kids is well socialized to humans, and will generally rouse from their napping to visit me when I appear--eager for attention, for a large obstacle on which to climb, and--for the littlest--eager for some human intervention to get them a longer feeding from an impatient doe.
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