As the fragile chicks shook free of their shells, their downy feathers gleamed with the promise of colors yet to come. Jack and Bonnie stood weeping, overwhelmed by the miracle before them. The girls laughed through their tears, reaching out with reverent hands.
It was extraordinary. Their lives would never be the same.
Yet even miracles carried hard choices. Jack’s heart longed to keep them all, but reality tugged at him. The farm was too small, their resources too limited.
Bonnie reminded him gently, and together they decided. Two chicks would stay—raised with love on the farm—while the others would be taken to a sanctuary, where they could grow strong and free.
The farewell was bittersweet. Mary and Giselle cried as they helped pack the tiny birds for their journey, but their tears softened when they looked at the two chicks they would keep. They named them, cradled them, and promised to care for them with every ounce of devotion in their hearts.
As the peacocks settled into their new home, Jack realized something profound: the farm that once felt ordinary had become a place of wonder. The land had lost its corn, but in its place, it had given them a gift—one that would shape their lives in ways they could not yet imagine.