Tuesday, November 18, 2014

good morning….
it's been a year now since my chicks arrived…
looking back I'm amazed they all survived…
I was equipped with a cardboard box and a 60 watt bulb…
and my heart filled with excitement….

a year later they've provided me with fresh eggs, fertilized garden beds and joy that only another soul keeping chickens can relate to…

I can honestly say, I enjoy cleaning up after them and feeding as much as I do collecting the beautiful eggs they've provided…

I'm in the "new" next phase of their life…..molting…
it looks like a massacre has taken place,
but thankful, my hens are are healthy and in the process of losing feathers in order for beautiful new ones to grow in for the coming winter season…

Sally, she stays true to her personality… was the only one interested in getting her picture taken…

the others are a bit more shy, knowing that a bald neckline is unbecoming in the henhouse…

so while my birds reach a full year, I'll be enjoying the last day I'll ever be this age again…

I was thinking the other day….

I've stayed the full game…I have been given the opportunity to round all the bases in life…

full childhood, one lifelong marriage, a daughter and son, a wedding extending my family to include a beautiful new daughter, a grandchild….

I've lived long enough to see age spots, grey hair, wrinkles…

and I'm grateful for every spider vein and the extended waistline…

thanks my little chicks…I've enjoyed your first year and my 56th….


1 comment:

Mereknits said...

I just love this post. I am 50 and really although I am not loving my wrinkled face, I love that I have lived a life that tells a story.
Hugs and happy one year with your ladies.
Meredith