Relative Something

I thought Cyndie had counted the chicks when they first arrived and she thought I had. Somehow, we had it in both our minds that we had received 14 chicks. Yesterday, while Cyndie was cleaning the brooder she commented that the chicks had grown so active, she needed to count to make sure one of them didn’t get rolled up in the paper she was removing.

Since one chick had died the first day, we were under the impression there were 13 chicks remaining. As she rolled up the paper, I counted chicks.

“1, 2, 3, …8, …12.”

“What!”

“I count twelve.”

Poor Cyndie. She became very stressed over a concern she might have rolled up a chick. I couldn’t imagine a way we would have unknowingly lost another chick, so I said we should go back and review our pictures to confirm the original count.

Sure enough, we had gotten the count wrong from the very start.

Oops.

We have twelve chicks, one of which continues to lag significantly in her development.

That’s 12, …with photographic proof.

But who’s counting?

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