Do you know that I love where I live? Every day I look out my windows and this little section of the world that I live in takes my breath away.
Do you know that when I look out into my yard and see my children playing with their cousins I am so grateful that they live here with us? I’m so glad that my kids get to have a close relationship with their cousins. I never had that.
And when I see my nieces walking through the yard, holding Lydia’s hand, helping her down the slide or swinging with her I think… We are so lucky. We are so lucky to have family all around us. I am glad that my sisters are able to live in our house.
Do you know that when I see our chickens pecking around the yard that I smile? I love these fat, feathery girls. Today our neighbor’s dogs came into our yard and attacked our chickens– one is missing and Fluffy (my favorite hen that is blind in one eye) narrowly escaped death. She was in the dog’s mouth when we opened the door, but luckily he dropped her and she was able to find a hiding place in our shed. My kids take these things hard… they were heartbroken.
When I crawled back into the dark corner of the shed where Fluffy was crumpled up and wheezing, and saw her rumpled feathers and heard her strange raspy breath… I picked her up and started to cry. My poor girl, she was so scared. She is fine. But, I was surprised at the emotion I felt for a chicken. It didn’t feel any different than the times I pick up one of my scared and/or wounded babies. But, I was caught off guard by how strongly it impacted me. My poor Fluffy!