Black she was, and soooo small. She was her mama's pride and joy. She was cute, she adored her siblings, nothing better than lying cosey beside them under their mother's wings or under the warm lamp. And food! Oh yeah, everytime the hand of a human came into the box with a new supply of food they all cheered and danced and pushed each other around to get to the food as soon as possible. Mother looked at her babies and even though it was hard for her to express her feelings, other than a soft 'buk buk'-sound, she felt so proud of her offspring. It is that chickens can't cry out of sheer happiness, but if she could she definitely would. Especially when she saw that little black baby... and... did she see that correctly? Was there...?? Oh well, my oh my... good heavens, that little black chick has a little froth of a tail just emerging!
Mama Chicken tried to sigh because of the feelings that overwhelmed her, but the only sound she made was another satisfied 'buk buk'...
(Sorry Prof. CoCo, I've spoiled this one with mentioning 'happiness' and 'satisfied'... too bad, the story emerged and I found it too cute to delete )