I was born in a barn with mother chicks.
As part of a large family, food was always a struggle; and it was always a wait
to get the juiciest worms. I often had to tug them with my brothers and
sisters. When I became strong enough to be left enough on my own two feet, I struggled
to find a nice place to roost with my mother. Every night when it was cold I
was always left without any hay. Yet in the morning, I looked up and saw the
sun stream in through the hole above the barn. So as soon as I learnt to fly, I
made sure that the nest up there would be my own so that I would be the first
to feel the sun’s warmth and be the first up to find the best food. So when my
family got driven out by the farmer, I decided to stay since there wasn’t much
that they were offering me at the time.
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