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[W]e find young, dead chicks. My dad brought one in this morning, [… it] still requires feeding and all.
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I will admit to chuckling at the way you worded that.
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And Jesus, it deafens me when it crows, without warning, right next to my ear. Loudly. It almost hurts, even.
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Don’t hold it right next to your ear?
But I do wish you every success in raising the creature. What do you plan to do with it as it grows?