The chicks’ eyes are like sunflower seeds, my daughters said. And yes they are– small gray ovals when they close up from the bottom. Closing upwards when they drowse and doze, their eyes seem to disappear. My chick, Talulah, snuggles down and falls asleep when I hold her. Maybe she is comfortable with me, or maybe it’s an escape mechanism and she’s sleeping as a way of disappearing. Lately, I’ve been craving sleep in the same way. The world does seem overwhelming and out of my control, and I just want to hide in my bed. My husband’s eyes are the shape and color of almonds. Seeds and nuts as we scratch around and watch our wings grow.