A Cheep Lullaby

During the summer months, I fall asleep to crickets chirps that the night air carries through the screens. In last night's darkness, I heard the shrill cheeps of hatching chicks in the mud room downstiars. The chicks didn't care if it was dark, a time of chicken slumber. They were announcing their arrival into the world. When I lifted the incubator lid this morning, I found eight chicks, mostly dry, and ready to join their overachieving siblings under the heat lamp.