Pink Chick

The pink chick, whom I affectionately named Rosa, is dead.
We were talking to a friend of ours who used to raise chicks on her parents farm and said that they actually need to be in a very warm environment. Apparently just being in the Dominican Republic didn't quite cut it. Actually, we've been having quite chilly weather here (it was 10 degrees this morning). So, we're guessing that's what happened.
I guess we hadn't grown that attached to it, there were no tears shed. Hazel didn't even notice. I didn't know what I was going to do with a pink chick anyway, especially when it became a pink chicken.