I was so happy this evening. After tending to the tomatoes I meandered over to the chicken house to corral the birds into their chicken Taj Mahal while an absolutely beautiful end of sunset was happening. When I looked around I couldnt find one of my girls out picking at the clover or cornering a cricket. They had all made their way into their cozy roost all on their own. They have arrived. Our old momma hen has trained them to know that when the light is too dim then you must seek refuge in the nest to keep from those pesky coons and foxes. It warmed my heart. I opened the door and thanked them for their eggs, filled their water, and went back to sit in the garden to watch the gloaming churn through the leaves. Emily Dickinson sat in her garden and communed with God daily. William Blake Did the same. I think I got a little taste of that this evening . And I think I know Why. On a less reflective note - my pops and I went out to Otway today to pick up a few Golden Comet laying hens. We strapped an old truck topper to the flat bed to Bring them back But we came back empty handed. Happily, the trip wasnt for not. Though the old farmer wasnt ready to Let loose of his pullets just yet , we learned a great deal and made a friend in turn. So in the end it was a trip well worth making. As Emily said, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away. That seems about right as the sun seems to be hovering on the horizon this evening.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 01:46:01 +0000