It's a boy!

Um, so I have a pet chicken now. His name is Oscar. Mr. Houston had a cardboard box full of baby chickens at school today and.. um.. Anyway, Oscar is the newest edition to our family. And my mom has NO idea. She's going to freak out when she comes home from work.. Eek. He's sleeping right now. I'm waiting on Mom to get home so that I can tell her about Oscar. Also, I'm waiting on Will to get out of guitar so we can go to Tractor Supply and get him some food and a heat lamp. Mr. H says he'll freeze to death without one. I put him in this plastic tub thing that I lined with towels and a little dish of water. It's making me nervous that I don't have food and a heat lamp for him yet. And I'm nervous about Mom getting mad. But I didn't really have a choice- Mr. Houston told me he was going to kill Oscar if I didn't take him home! Tears immediately just started flowing. I HAD to bring him home. I've tried to have a pet chicken before.. Her name was Sunny. She died on the way home from Illinois, where I got her :/. I'm sooo nervous.. I don't want Oscar to die! Hurry up, Mom.. Hurry, up Will.. Ahh! I'm so nervous! I wish Will lived here so he could help me take care of him, too. Idk what to do with him while I'm at school! And am I supposed to stay home all day during Hillbilly Days? Urgh, I'm really at a loss here. I went to the website for The My Pet Chicken Guide, and it makes it seem like taking care of a chick is a LOT of work. I would have let Mr. H just take Oscar home with him, but I didn't want him to be made into dinner! It was either figure out how to take care of Oscar and do a good job at it, or feel guilty for the rest of my life for letting the cutest chick ever die. And I am not being overly dramatic, thank you very much. Maybe I'll write Oscar a song and it will help him stay alive :]! I really am freaking out. Not that it's not completely obvious or anything. I just want Oscar to be okay.. He's like my baby! Poor little thing. He's so cute when he's sleeping, and you can see how he's breathing by his little tummy going in and out ♥! Poor Oscar. Poor chickens, really. They aren't destined to much. But Oscar shall go on to do great things; I'm sure of it. The only reason I'm still typing is out of nervousness and anxiousness for Mom to get home and Will to pick me up to get Oscar some food. And I'm really nervous about the cats..!! I have THREE cats! Two inside, and one out. I would not trust ANY of them around Oscar. I'll just have to keep him in my room with the door shut until it's time to make him a coop and put him outside. There's no way the kitties could get to him if I kept him in my room, on my nightstand or something. Also, I need to be finding him a bigger box. The My Pet Chicken Guide says that though chickens can't really fly, chicks can pretty well, and they'd be able to fly out of their box if it weren't tall enough. So I need to find a taller box, because this one is only about 6" high, and they were warning about ones that were a foot high. So I need to find one that's over a foot high. I keep worrying about how Mom will react and if she'll let me keep him, but honestly, even if she didn't want me to keep him, there's no way that she would make me put him outside to fend for himself and die! She'll find it somewhere in her heart to let me take care of Oscar. I'm sure she will. This is probably a really annoying post. Honestly, though, I'm going crazy waiting on those two. I'll go ahead and post the blog about my first day in Italy and then play around on polyvore or something until they get here.

Wish me luck!

....I just got off the phone with Mom. Idk what we're gonna do! Mom wants me to take it back to Mr. Houston, but I know Mr. Houston won't take it back, and if he does, he'll kill it! I told Mom that, and she said that SHE'D kill it! NO. Oscar is my baby and he is SO cute! I won't let him die.

Wish me even more luck now.