In Response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure.
One of my daughter’s favorite activities in the spring is to visit the pheasant chicks her daddy raises. She would sit in the barns with them for hours, despite the sweltering conditions, if only I would let her.
I love seeing the chicks, but I was more mesmerized by her interactions with them. As soon as she sat down, the day-old chicks were checking out their new friend. They would hop on her and try to crawl in her boots. They would even climb in her outstretched hand when she offered it. Very gently, Wyokiddo would scoop up a tiny chick, hold it in her hands and whisper “I’m glad you made it! Grow big little chick!” before releasing it back to the floor. The innocence and pure love of those moments made my heart swell.
Soon the chicks will grow into adult pheasants and lose their cuteness. And before I know it, my little girl will grow up as well. My hope is that despite the toughness of this world, she will always keep her pure, sweet, beautiful heart.