One of the little chickens fell into the pool and died on our anniversary yesterday. It's okay, we have too many chickens, but of course this was the cool colored black and white one that looked like an Oreo.
Lilly and Bruce and Emma buried the chicken and then said good wishes for it. Lilly told me she wished it would come back. She also said she wished she was a fairy. I said, that's a nice wish for the chicken. She said, no, that wish was for me.