Chickens are cheaper than therapy.

How is it that I haven't posted a single photo of my beloved little backyard flock yet?  Thanks, facebook.  I knew I wanted chickens, but I had no idea how much I needed chickens.

Mornings, one of the first things I do is let them out of the coop, see to their water, and fill the feeder.  I find myself extending the time this chore takes.  I pick up toys left from the previous day's adventures, look in on the compost, or...just sit on the edge of the sandbox and be with my birds for a while.  

Everything that awaits me back inside the house slips away.  My girls cluck and scratch and investigate stray threads on the cuffs of my jeans.  They haven't a care in the world and while I'm out there, I haven't either.

 

Comments

[mater & Pater (the old 'pear')]

can't beat 'being in the moment':)

[Welch]

I just can not imagine with strong your blog greatly that warned me. God bless you “If you want to make peace, you don’t talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.” - Moshe Dayan