This is Punkus.
She is the sole survivor of a batch of chicks delivered two weeks ago … the chicks wrongly abandoned on a porch step by the mail lady.
Though she lacks peer pressure, my kids ensure she receives daily stimulation. In fact, this little Punk fits right in with Us. She scatters feed everywhere … she escapes from her box … and every once in awhile she chirps [wails] until someone pays her attention.
Punk and Us — we’re made for each other.
