Reposting this from a few years back. Been thinking about these little guys lately. Always do when spring and Easter are upon us. They were such a memorable part of my childhood.
When I was a little girl, there was a local five-and-dime within walking distance from the neighborhood I lived in. Every year at Easter time, they displayed dyed Easter chicks in their front window, just like you see in the photo above. My friends and I would ride our bikes or walk to this store where we would stand at that window and gaze at these very colorful little chicks. I was mesmerized by them, yet I always felt sorry for them because in my little brain, I imagined the baby chicks just being dunked into a vat of dye. Even my four-year old little self often used to wonder why the poor chicks didn’t just drown.
I’ve since learned that there are two different methods of attaining dyed Easter chicks. One is by spraying the chicks with the dye and the other is by injecting a non-toxic dye into…
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