(an update from ‘the best laid plans…‘)
Last night was definitely a long night, with countless tosses and turns. Crying babies (Olivia developed a small fever) and racing thoughts. I did not sleep well and felt groggy and a bit dejected as I thought about what was in store for today.
But then my eyes opened. And I saw the rising sun and I knew that this morning was new. Golden and clean and new.
Once I saw the beauty the sun was sharing, I grabbed my camera and headed outside.
Everything was still. I could hear the trickle of droplets as they fell off of leaves into the pond. I felt like I could almost hear the sun itself, straining over the trees, reaching out her arms to the farthest corners of the sky.
It was mesmerizing really. The calm. The grass and leaves so wet with dew their tops were touching the ground. The field grasses were so thick with the glassy drops of water they almost looked like crystal spider webs for as far as I could see.
So delicate, I dared not get to close. To disturb such balance and beauty seemed a crime.
And honestly, I was savoring the quiet.
The last time I was on this path it was chaos. The chickens were scattering and squawking, the dogs leaping and biting, and me with my shrill panicked shrieks racing around trying to catch a trailing leash.
There were times last evening that I was everywhere but the nicely mowed paths my husband has created. The chickens had tried to find safety in the thick undergrowth and thorny shrubs, and we went in after them.
The aftermath was obvious. Tall grasses flattened along murky ponds and feathers gently quivering in each gentle breeze. An empty chicken coop, it’s door left open with the hopes that they just might return and seek shelter in the only home they had ever known.
I had always seen those pesky chickens as a source of eggs. With all the baking I do, going through 2 dozen a week was the norm, and I was so excited at the thought of have my own organic eggs from my own chickens. For free!
But it turns out that they were more than that. They were a beloved pet to my children. They were a source of joy and fun for us, as we often just huddled around them watching them eat and experience new things like mowed grass or ticks we would save and feed them. They were teaching my small kids responsibility and work ethic.
They really were a part of our family.
And that is when I heard them.
Our chickens came home!
The seven remaining chickens all found their way back to us!
I jumped up and down and tried to get a picture that wasn’t shaky.
Talk about a sight for sore eyes… that is the prettiest group of chickens I have ever seen! Turbo, August, Pecky Peck, Fred, Bright Bright, Chewy McFlussner, and one more name I seriously can’t remember!
They ran around and explored and revisited every happy spot they had once lingered in. I watched with a permanent smile on my face and couldn’t wait for the kids to get up so I could share the news.
While we will still mourn the loss of Wingman and guinea, having the birds return is such a blessing! Thank you, thank you all so much for the prayers and well wishes. I had felt so alone last evening, and you really comforted me with your comments and support. You are a blessing.
Thank you and YAY for the Chickens and Guineas!!