Baby chicks poop a lot. Which is a good thing. Trust me on this. Because when something plugs this up it could mean the death of a baby. Those in the know call it pasty vent or pasty butt. And I am now counted among those in the know. Cute little bundles of fluff with a wad of excrement glued to their rear and it was up to me, their mother, to remove it. Think dried on meconium for those familiar with that unlovely substance, or gum in the hair for the rest of folks.
Ah, the lot of mothers. My daughter-in-law has spent the day dealing with a prodigiously and violently ill offspring, and the resultant mountain of laundry, which puts my little bottom wiping in perspective. As in most things, if we knew then what we know now...
Good thing infantile beings are so cute.
I'm kind of jealous you're going to have all that good chicken poop. You're going to have the best garden in the neighborhood. :-)
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