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Bye Bye, Black Chick

Black chick

My heart is breaking. I had to get rid of LBC (Little Black Chick) last Thursday night. David wouldn't let me keep him. I only had him for two days, but somewhere along the line we got so attached to each other. My little chick used to follow me around the house, picking up crumbs as he walked. I gotta tell you, this little guy was sharp. Like I wrote last week, he figured out right away that I would hold him on demand. So when I was bathing the kids, I brought him into the bathroom to hang out with us, and he actually walked onto my foot and stood on it, looking up at me and wondering why I wasn't holding him.

Even as I worked, you can see how he wanted to be with me all the time. He actually jumped up onto my foot as I worked at the dining room table. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to take that picture?? I couldn't see what I was doing, and it took about 100 tries, but miraculously I got it. That's how long LBC was sitting on my foot.

We were so in love, my little black chick and I.

Oh, and I almost forgot - I really did bring him to bed in the morning because he started chirping at six in the am, and I am not fully human at that hour. I need about 30 more minutes to morph back into a human from a zombie. If not, I'm pretty scary. Think Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. You remember the zombies digging themselves out of their graves and pulling their nearly falling-apart bodies across the ground? That's what I look like if I have to get out of bed at 6am.

So I wrapped him up in a towel and lay him on my chest and went back to sleep. The first morning, I really did take him to Zumba with me. I wrapped him in my patented towel-bird-wrapping method and off we went. I checked up on him between songs, and he was asleep, until about halfway through the class, when I suddenly noticed him standing on the edge of my purse, looking for me.

A few of the women started freaking out, so I decided to teach them a lesson and shoved little chickie in their faces until they were completely traumatized and ran out of class. I'm just kidding. I didn't really do that. But I wanted to. It's just a tiny bird, women!!  

My youngest son, Natan, also became attached to him, and held him wherever he went, too. Pretty soon, it turned into this giant complicated love triangle, where Natan and I were fighting over who gets to hold little birdie, and my husband was getting jealous of all of the attention I was giving to my chick. By Thursday, he threatened me: "It's either me or the chick."

I told him to give me the day to think about it, as it was a very hard decision to make. By the afternoon, I had reluctantly come to the conclusion that LBC wouldn't be able to pay the bills and support my outrageous spending on workout clothes. So I decided that I would choose hubby after all. 

I found him a good home with a friend who lives down the street. Of course, I had to interview her and her children, and asked for three references. Once I had cleared that, I had them come over so I could supervise their interaction with the chick and point out everything they were doing wrong. Oh, what fun. After Natan went to sleep, I tearfully brought birdie over to his new home. It was a very difficult separation. 

I was mad at David for three days after that.

The worst was the next morning, when Natan woke up before I did, and I could hear him walking around the house saying, "Birdie? Efo (where is) Birdie?" Oy, it was so sad! 

Just in case you don't believe that I'm really that crazy, I improvised a "birdie carrier," in which I wrapped him in a towel and put him in the front of my jacket. I washed dishes, fed the kids, and even drove around town like that. Come to think of it, I should have strapped him on my back like I used to do when my kids were little.  Or I could have worn him on my head on top of my tichel (scarf hair covering.) 

Of course I was trying to figure out why Hashem made this whole crazy, seemingly unnecessary. 2-day experience happen. Here are the two messages that I came up with:

1) I have issues. Serious issues. Gotta start working on them one of these days.

2) Everyone needs love, no matter if they're a bird, a plane, or Superman. Especially children. Kids need a whole 'lot of love. So let's do our best to give it to them.

Now I've just got to figure out a way to get back at David for making me get rid of him. Any ideas??



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Hi Racheli.

I have an idea (maybe I'm enabling you and you shouldn't be listening to me...?). You gave LBC to a friend down the street. Why don't you take Natan with you for a follow-up visit to see how the little fella's doin' (or maybe it's the little lady - you still don't know.). The only thing is, you can't take him (or her) back home. It's just to reassure you both that Chickie's being taken care of.

Whether you do this or not, you'll let us know?


Thank you for sharing this sweet endearing story. I also want to hear a follow up story about LBC.

Some of the best life lessons I learned was from having and caring for a pet as a young girl. I was able to overcome my intense irrational fear of animals, dogs in particular.

LBC, you brought a big smile to my face today!


Hi Chava! You're so cute! I have been debating over this idea for the past week, and aside from not having time to stop by and see him, I've been concerned if Natan would want him back. Then what would I do? I could only imagine dragging his screaming little self out the door and having to deal with his hysteria the rest of the day. He's quite stubborn. So in the meantime, I haven't stopped by, and I haven't called either, because I'm scared to hear bad news! But if I do, I'll certainly let you know!


And YOU brought a smile to my face, Lori! Thanks so much for writing in!!

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