chicky

Here are some semi-random pictures of spring in Tehran, in case you don't miss it bad enough.

I saw this and remembered our little attempt at adopting one of these cute little baby chickens last summer. We were walking en route to IPM on tajrish sq. and we came across a pet shop that were selling baby chickens for 250 tomans (25 cents?). So, my friend Mehdi, went into a philosophical phase of pondering how a living being can be so cheap, decided to make one of the chicks feel special and buy one, against my advice. He wasn't carrying cash so I paid for it, so technically it was mine.

I must admit though it was the cutest thing EVER, and I was much more attached to it than Mehdi. We named her (or him? whatever) Choochool (!!!!) After accompanying us to some coffee shops where she was given special treatment from the owner, and shitting repeatedly on my hand, we took her to my place.

She wandered around my grandparents' house a bit, of course everyone adored Choochool, but it was making too much noise. So it was transfered to Mehdi's house, but her stay didn't last long cuz soon enough she got on his parents' nerves too (with all the noise) and they gave it away to their neighbors children and we never heard from her again.

It was good though, very very cute, and they get really ugly once they hit puberty anyway, and that's when you light up the joojeh kabab charcoal.