by

Cindy Mantai

Christmas morning dawned bitter cold as Perdy struggled across the frozen brown earth. She kept her eyes trained straight ahead on a nest of tightly woven twigs and leaves, which held a clutch of 18 newborn chicks. On the icy breeze that blew suddenly across her face, Perdy thought she heard a faint peeping. Thrusting her chest toward the ground, she scurried quickly toward her waiting brood. (Read More)