It's almost time for our little chicks to appear and all is going well. So much so, that I wonder if this will be 'the' year - the year of well-behaved chicks.
Chicks that instinctively know not to climb onto balcony pillars before they are ready.
Chicks that listen to the hoots of their parents, and know when to follow the hoots, and when to stay put.
Chicks that learn to 'crawl' before they walk, instead of believing that they can imitate their parents on the first day of flying (and end up in all sorts of trouble).
Chicks that can tell the difference between a safe place (our balcony) and a no-go area (between two electric fences).
Chicks that play with the toys we give them (the shoe, the owl box, the wooden perches) instead of making up their own games(Follow-the-leader-even-if-you-aren't-ready).
Chicks that, when realising that they have 'messed up' and are getting rescued from some kind of trouble, don't then call the protective parents to bombard the rescuer.
Yes, we can all dream - can't we?