So, Saturday we went to see the chicks and ended up with three. The cutest little balls of fluff ever. The kids are all obsessed and I don't think the chicks have had much time on the ground. Anyway today, violet was mauling them as usual and left the cage open. I walked past it who knows how much later, and the cage was open and Flutter was GONE! After a brief search of the house, I realized that the outside door was open and that my cat who was obsessed with the chicks had most likely taken it. I ran out side and heard a faint chirp from below the deck. I looked under and saw the tail of the cat. I screamed and stomped the cat away, but the chick was frozen with fear and possible injuries. I got a screwdriver to disassemble the deck, but I couldn't get even one of the 12 or so screws required to remove the board to budge. The cat, meanwhile, was still lurking close by and made several attempts to reclaim it's prize. About this time, my school aged kids came home. Hazel was a wreck. I had tried to crawl under the deck, but couldn't get my butt through (this was one of the saddest and most surprising developements). I begged Thomas to help. After much convincing and crying, he went for it. He was crying for the chick to come closer, while I was poking blindly with a giant piece of rebar trying to urge it closer to Thomas. After a very tense few minutes he cried that he had it, and tossed it's cold, fightened, slightly mangled body out to our welcoming arms. He braved slugs and mud and darkness to save that baby. He's my sweet hero. I've never been so proud. Anyway, that chick better make it, or I'm gonna be pissed.