A happy bird story for you today!
This sweet hen went missing after the girls attempted to keep her safe from the aggressive roosters. (Grandmommy had a theory that she was secretly in love with one of the roos and quietly followed him into the wild.) Looking back at my photos, I see that little puffy cheeks had been gone for a whole week . . . but this afternoon the girls discovered her under the apple tree behind the house, and we all rejoiced!
She is our sole Ameraucana chicken; she lays those beautiful light blue eggs we so adore. We’re so glad to have you back in the flock, little one.
Oh, this boy. Talking with such confidence. So articulate. So sure. Making his way in the world. Such vitality. Life’s longing for itself.
Not much school work this week. Sometimes I take photos of the briefest moments to help me feel better.
This looks like a happy scene, but it isn’t really. The girls decided this morning that the roos needed to go. They were becoming too aggressive with the hens. They rounded up the two young men and took them on a farewell walk through meadows and over hills. We said goodbye and hope they will become a needed meal for a fox family.
Sums up my day. Hen in the house. Feathers all over the floor.
My very talented cousin-in-law made a sketch from this photo of Ellen holding one of her favorite hens. Now I have it hanging above my desk!
It is one of my favorite parts of homeschooling. Taking a walk with my three on these autumn mornings when the air is so rich with life letting go. So much growth this year. So much abundance. And then in the fall, we slowly release it all.
p.s. Maybe we shouldn’t have named “her” Earl! Look at “her”! “She” has grown up to be a he!
She’s a little lady chicken (or so we hope!), and her name is Earl.
The chicks aren’t even three weeks old yet and they are starting to look like teenagers!
Wallace is slightly in love with the chicks and slightly terrified of them. He runs over to their box saying “Chick! Chick!” and wants to hold one . . . until we put one in his lap and then he says, “Back! Back!” pointing urgently for us to put it in the box again.
Cousin Cora, on the other hand, is a born chick whisperer!
We brought four feathered babies home this week. On the first day, I thought Ellen might smother the chicks with her love. She just didn’t want to put them down. When she wasn’t holding one, she was dancing around, begging to hold one. We had to have a few little talks about giving them space to eat and drink and sleep and grow. It was a good reminder for me too, actually. We all need a little space to thrive.