I can honestly say I never thought, at the age of 64, I'd be hanging out with chickens. It certainly wasn't any part of my life plan. But, hanging out with those girls does make me happy.
Today I cleaned the ashes out of the woodstove ~
It made me happy to see they had a great time fluffing their feathers in the ashes. ~
If you have a fireplace or woodstove, put your ashes out for the wild birds to bathe in. As long as there is nothing but clean firewood that has been burned, it's good for them to be able to clean their feathers in the winter.
It was a cold day and, in the afternoon, I made some oatmeal for the girls.
Who wouldn't be happy to see them all lined up, making little hops of excitement when they know I am coming? ~
I didn't even mind staying out in the cold to see if they liked their treat and to make sure old Vivian gets her fair share. ~
I know it is odd to prefer watching chickens to shopping or travelling or fine dining but I've done all those things. They were fine for their time. For the present time, hanging with chickens is what makes me smile.
The sun was setting and I looked at the tracks crisscrossing my yard. Tracks from my feet and the two-year-old girl who is so excited about being able to identify her prints, mine, a squirrel, a raccoon, a cat and a rabbit. They are the prints of life going on all around me. They are my life.
I take my fair share of ribbing over being a Chicken Lady. I really don't care if I'm a little to the left of centre. Orrrr - even a lot to the left.
Be as weird as you like this week and soak up all the happiness you can! Sing marching songs at the bus stop, wear your hair in pigtails, dance down the hall at the office, eat chocolate cake for breakfast; whatever sets your sails, just do it.
I'll be here, hanging with a cool bunch of chicks!
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