...would you believe I'm already getting a farmer tan? Okay... it's subtle, but it's there.
I worry that I wasted today because I didn't dig. But I dug yesterday, and I will dig again tomorrow.
Today I made breakfast, cleaned up, had friends over, made lunch, cleaned up, mowed for an hour, spent 30 minutes trying to get the chickens into a tub to bring them out into the yard, brought them out into the yard for 90 minutes (all of them this time), began prepping wood to make farm sign, spent 45 minutes trying to get the chicks back in the tub to go back to the brooder, went back outside to clean up, had to clean myself up then so that I could make dinner, picked first asparagus to cook for D and E (I had the first kale raab so I ain't complainin'), made dinner, cleaned up from dinner, went back outside to clean up more stuff (construction stuff, toys and stuff, the radio I left out from earlier), emptied compost, talked to D about chicken run design and compost pile locations, came inside and put the chickens to bed, ran a couple loads of laundry and sat my bottom down and felt cranky. D said, "So are you going to be alone in your office tonight?" And I just thought, "Wow... yes... I want to be alone for awhile... I don't know if it will be all night, but I need to find my own skin again."
I should have taken photos of the chickens outside on the freshly mowed grass. They looked pretty. I cleaned a couple of chick bottoms and find it interesting that somehow I have become the designated chicken butt wiper since I take care of all the bottoms around here.
Our friends P and S came to visit today, and there was discussion all around about wanting fish but of figuring out how to take care of such pets and clean up after them. I wondered if P and S could figure out if S was ready for fish if she could keep something else clean for awhile?
8-year-old S said,"I'll keep our dog cared for, but I won't clean up his poop."
P said, "But fish poop, too. Do you know where they poop? In the water... so you have to keep the water clean."
Then E piped up, "Or you could get a cleaning snail like my friend K has!"
So, dear S, your fish tanks may have felt their ears burning today. :)
I am tired. My muscles hurt. I have two loads of laundry to fold up before I can sleep.
I find the birds overwhelming. I am used to dogs, and I know how to care for dogs. Birds are different. "Duh," you might say, but really... it's just huge to shift from a dog to 16 birds. (And we still really miss A and hope he is well.)
But everyone seems healthy, and I feel like we're doing the right things for them. We're holding them. They're eating and drinking well. When I finally catch a bird to move it somewhere (outside or inside), I feel her relax against me, and I like that feeling of a fragile, winged-creature at my breast. There is some freedom and release in this chicken adventure. I don't understand it all yet, but I know I'm in line for a few important lessons of the spirit.