Chapter 13

The older Taylor got, the more he was able to help us on the property, learning all the skills he’d need to take care of himself when the time came for him to leave home. And even though I didn’t want to think about that day, I knew we had to prepare for it. Work for it. We wanted to give him the same start in life we’d had.

We’d acquired a second cow, which would one day be Taylor’s, and also some chickens. Spencer and Harris had never had chickens, but one day there was a stall with several wooden crates of three-week old chicks. I willingly went without a new frying pan and bought only half the candles I meant to buy, just so I could buy five of the chickens.

Getting them home was a trial. They were given to me in a mesh bag. They were quiet all the way home, but once I set the bag down one of them managed to find its way out and was off and racing. I dropped the rest of the supplies and chased after the chick. Meanwhile, two of the others found their way out.