Chicken Zen

I think every time I sit down to write, I start by exclaiming that I am so much busier than I was the last time I sat down to write.  And that will probably be the case for the next couple of months, since it is the season for growing, tending and harvesting food.  We have started to get a couple of tomatoes, and berries.  We also got our very first chicken egg last week.  I was so excited.  My sweeet hubs brought it in, thought about it, and took that egg back to the nest box.  Not because he thought the chickens might try to sit on it, but because he wanted me to be the one to find it.  Hey, if there was a bush that grew ammo or the expensive coffee we like so much, I would do the same thing for him.  Both of us have been pretty busy lately.  His shop has been blowing up with orders the last few weeks, and we routinely have 3-4 packages to ship out every week.  I couldn’t be prouder of him for sticking with this, even when it got frustrating and it seemed there was no progress being made.  I have been working the same amount, but I feel busier.  We may be busier at work, I may just not be sleeping enough.  That, and my bad shoulder hurts more lately.  You would think a nurse would know when to go see a doctor, but you would be wrong.  We are the last people on earth to go to a doctor.  All of this has led to being more tired, which is a common theme in modern society.  But this is the worst time to lose all my mojo!  We still have a chicken run to finish, and the garden to, well, garden.  And next year we are planning on having two pigs, so there’s a lot of work necessary to getting the yard done for them.  A pine tree to cut up, fruit trees to plant, and the endless mowing.  And that’s only outside.  I’m getting tired just thinking about it all.  When I find myself wearing out, or mentally shutting off, I just go sit with the chickens.  I would have never guessed that just the simple act of chilling with some feathered dinosaurs would lift so much weight right off my shoulders.  And you’ve never really gardened until you have gardened with a chicken.  Sure, they eat the bugs, but they also will knock down a tomato plant, crush two onions and snap off a green bean plant in the process.  Girls if we don’t have any produce, you’re going to have to up the egg production.  Plus, a couple of those birds eat our tomatoes.  Not even the pretty red ripe ones.  Heck no, those heifers go straight for the green tomatoes so we don’t even get half a durned tomato.  To be honest though, I wouldn’t trade our girls for the world.  And on a pretty evening, sitting in the shade in the backyard with my hubby and a cool glass of water, there’s nothing more soothing than a chicken on my leg, just chattering away about the day’s gossip.

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