I was at an agricultural show today. These little chicks were like tiny bundles of sunshine on a grey, cold day. The weather forecast promised yet more flurries for the evening. I wanted to pick up a chick and tuck it into my shirt pocket. It would be like carrying a little piece of spring with you whereever you went.
Until it grew into a large unwieldy and, no doubt, protesting chicken - when it would be more like carrying your own tornado!