I feel like I haven’t been updating because I rely heavily on the images I post. I don’t know why, my teachers in school always thought my writing held its weight on its own, but since my camera has been broken, I’ve been afraid I guess. No excuse though. So, I’m writing today to let everyone know what’s been going on round’ here, without pictures.
We had a wonderful volunteer come and go within the last two weeks, Sarah P. She came to us all the way from the great land of Bentonville Arkansas, perhaps you’ve heard of it. I don’t even have any pictures of Sarah, so I can tell you that she was blonde, had a lovely personality and smile, and was a hard worker. I believe she had a nice time, she said it to my face, so I’d like to hope that it’s true. Sarah, you are missed, thank you so much for your help!
The old birds have been moved to a new coop out in the orchard, to make way for the new birds to go into their old coop…that sounds funny when you say it out loud. The new birds have out grown their apartment in the greenhouse. I for one am glad to see them move, and get the greenhouse back. I just went out to the orchard to see the new digs. The chickens seem to be really happy, they have a lot of space to roam, and they are doing a great service to those trees by fertilizing them. My main reason for going was to see my little angel Spaz. I had heard from one of the brothers that he was a little escape artist. Hard to believe with 8ft. fences. I get out there and watch as all of the chickens run to the fence looking for a hand-out. Hmmmm, no Spaz. Maybe he’s in the coop I thought, then I look down and see him standing right next to me! You ARE an escape artist! I was so happy to see him. I’m still not sure if he is a him, but nonetheless, he has feather…
UPDATE: I had to quit writing just then, Paul had just come home and asked if I had tended to the birds in the greenhouse today. “No” was my reply, usually the door has been opened by Paul. Well, at that time i was just past three p.m. I walk over to the greenhouse and walk in as Paul was walking out to a death scene. There were a lot of birds dead, some almost dead and some very much alive. It was horrible. At first I felt very defensive saying that it wasn’t my fault. I said “you didn’t tell me to open the doors”. One might ask, Amanda, do you have to be told everything? Well dear reader, I guess I do. You see, I hardly ever tend to those birds. I tend to things like my kids and the WOOF-pack. I went back into the greenhouse to wrangle the birds that had escaped their enclosure. I struggled putting them back in their pen. I went to Paul and asked for help, but none was given. Oliver said he would help me catch them. He put on gloves, but I couldn’t let him, it was pretty bad. I grabbed a big container and started to pull out the dead ones. I stopped counting at around 15, at that time Paul came and helped me. I would say at least thirty perished today due to my negligence. It was absolutely awful, I was traumatized. I hauled the container to the driveway and asked Paul if I should dig a hole. He told me to leave them, I had to go to the nursing home to sit with a friend of ours, Ms. Barbara. When I got to her place, she told me about her day and asked how I was doing. I told her not so good, and let her know about the birds. She said “Oh, that’s awful!” and then asked “Did you get crabbed at?” I said sort of, if you consider the cold silence similar to being crabbed at. And she said “Well, that’s just like a man.” Dear reader, Ms. Barbara is 90, has dementia, but in my humble opinion is still sharp. Then she proceeded to make me feel better, saying that these kinds of things happen, and could happen to anyone. I told her I understood, but it had just happened, and my defensive feelings had turned to feelings of guilt and shame. And being a Christian she said “well, just throw it out there to God then”, and she began to pray:”Dear God, bless Amanda and her family and those birds that are with you now Lord…” I have no idea if birds go to heaven, or if God greeted them today, but when she was finished she looked at me and smiled and said “there, now the only thing to do is go forward with your life”. I wouldn’t consider myself a religious person, spiritual, maybe, but by no means religious, however what Barbara did for me today was awesome. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend to get me through what I was feeling. At that moment, her cell phone rang. She answered it and said “Oh, is this Paul?” She looked at me and winked. “Yes, she’s right here”, she handed me the phone and Paul said to me “Amanda, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and that every things all right.” Barbara had brought me up from 10% to about 95% and Paul calling made me feel absolutely great. As soon as I hung up the phone with him, Barbara clapped her hands together and said “See! There’s your happy ending!” I love that woman. I still feel terrible for those birds who didn’t have to die, and the ones who remain have now been relocated to their new home in the old coop…whatever that riddle means.
I have been missing you, Amanda. I figured you were busy getting ready for winter. I still have to build in the open end of the chicken house before it gets cold. Goodness only knows how I’m going to keep Mr Bull secure. He’s such a free spirit missing his herd, but hangs out with the chickens a lot. He does walk the fence line every day rain or shine, and that’s good exercise. I just can’t lock him up in the corral – I just can’t…
I’m so sorry about some of your new chickens. It hurts for sure. Ms. Barbara is right – you do what you can do. God understands us better than we do. It’s good to hear from you, with or without pictures.
I almost cried at many points of that blog
Blessed are the elderly…for they are wise.
Blessed are the young…..for they are forgiving
Things always happen for a reason, it has made a better “team” out of you and Paul
PS: remind him of his “job”, maybe you need a big “job board” to keep things flowing…just joking
Hi, these things happen, I just had my worker come to my door with a half eaten chicken… my precious cat Meekah apparently got hungry! We have spent the last week blaming a wild cat, and covering every conceivable entry point into the chicks, so it was a bit of a shock to find out it was her… Anyways, as your wise friend said, give it up, and move on, hopefully learning something from it 🙂 Best of Luck!