You What?!?

Today Tyler asked to hold a chick. I recently moved them into the garage and I told him he could hold one if he kept it in the garage. (Katie and I were outside) Things were going well, I didn't hear any loud peeping, until.....he came in and declared 'I lost it!'

You lost what????

     A chickie!

Please tell me you are joking!!!!

     No, I did! I can't find it.

Are you serious? You LOST a chick??

And thus began a fruitless search of the garage. I was stumped, because seriously, how do you lose a bird. How does Tyler the chicken wrangler not know where the chick was he was just holding? The kid is veritable chicken whisper for crying out loud. We looked behind the dryer, the shelving, and every nook and cranny. I was stymied, because a) a lost chick would typically try to reunite itself with its peeps and b) a lost chick should be peeping like crazy. I checked outside too, and no bird. I asked Tyler again where he saw it last and he pointed to the top of the cage. I picked up the cloth I had over it just to see if it was hiding under the edge. Low and behold, there was a little extra bulk to the cloth and in fact, it somehow contained the chick. It was kind of like pulling a rabbit out of a hat! I have no idea how the chick got wrapped up in the sheet without Tyler seeing it but the poor thing survived and we were able to reunite it with the others.