Wednesday, June 20, 2012
A Chicken Post
I put down my hoe and walked to the gate. Sure enough, Elvis was standing out in the middle of the lawn and he was flexing his muscles, and flapping his wings, and he was surrounded by the younger hens all giggling and watching him. Standing off to the side was my older hen by herself. As I stood leaning my shoulder against the fence. The rooster saw my older hen and he walked away from his younger fans and went right up to the older hen and dropped his wing. She smiled and she wasn't that old hen anymore but was a hen that was desired.
I of course, came in the gate and broke up the moment by chasing him back home.
I have thought about it since. It reminds me that we all need friends. Life is very lonely without someone who is there to laugh at your jokes, to make you feel pretty even when there is young chicks all around. At this age, trials are beginning to take their toll on my body and my face. Just like that hen, starting to look a little worn out.
Something I have thought about is that you never know when a special moment is going to come around the end of the fence and make a normal day into a magic day.
I am so thankful for days when little tiny bits of magic come into my life's kaleidoscope and gives me color to paint my days.
Just a chicken story today. I know chickens have beaks and can't really smile, but their eyes light up in a certain way and you just know.
Have a lovely Thursday,