Chick Chick

"Here Chicky Chicky" called little Timmy. He had been standing out by the barn for an hour trying to get the hens to come his way so he could feed them some fresh corn kernels. How darling he looked in his denim overalls with the sun shining through his golden curls, standing in the dirt beckoning his feathered friends. Every once in a while they'd dare closer, but making eye contact with such a creature sent them running the other direction.

"Timmy, Timmy" called little Emily, sitting over on the porch swinging. She had been assigned by her mom to keep an eye on her little brother. She was enjoying the summer breeze while reading her latest novel, and keeping a watchful eye on her brother. It was not too difficult to read a few pages and then look up to see her little brother still squating by the barn calling to the chickens.

"Emily, Emily, where is Timmy?" called her mom from the kitchen. She looked up from her book, realizing she had just read a chapter, and little Timmy was gone. She hopped up from the swing with such force, it flung back and hit the house wall. "Sorry" she said aloud to no one at all.

"He is right over by the barn." she called back to her mom, really not knowing exactly where he had wandered off too. "He had been playing for the last hour, I guess he probably got bored, he couldn't have wandered too far " she told her self.

Running down the porch steps, through the grass, towards the barn she went. She found the hens nibbling on the corn, but didn't see little Tim. She stood on the dirt and gave the yard a 360 glance. Saying a little prayer in her mind, she looked around again. Then she noticed the hen house door closed. She walked towards it, pushed it open and there she saw him.

"Mom Mom come quick" she called. "Bring the camera."