On the day of Qingming Festival, my mother and I went back to our hometown to fight for the tomb, and we went to see grandma and grandpa by the way.
Some of the feathers of chickens are yellow, some are white, some are yellow and black, their heads are round and small, their mouths are pointed and yellow, their eyes are bright, their tails are bald and almost invisible, and their claws are thin and pointed.
Grandma was afraid that the chickens would be frostbitten, so she found a paper box and spread some dry straw on it to make a warm "bed" for them with a soft cloth. At this time, I also found some vegetables for the chicks. Grandma took some millet and began to feed the chicks. One by one, they came to the plate. You squeezed me and I squeezed yours. I ate the millet and vegetables with relish without giving up. Soon, they were all eaten by these 20 mouths. When they were full, my grandmother and I put them to bed and went to bed. We saw them huddled together to keep warm.
These chickens are so cute. I like them so much.