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6/30/2013 0 Comments

Not counting my chickens.  Much.

This evening, I told the Samurai that I wanted to write a blog post.  He suggested that I go outside and sit with the chickens for a while.  So, that's what I did.

I'm still getting used to the idea of even having chickens.  They've only been around for about six weeks.  Fourteen Black Australorps and one...Redcap? probably?

They arrived in the mail, in a ventilated cardboard box that went peep peep peep -- louder when we drove around curves or over hills.  For the first month or so, they lived indoors, in a large dog crate.  When we moved them outside, into a shiny new chicken coop in the yard, they suddenly stopped looking like overgrown, gangly baby chicks and started looking like full-blown chickens in miniature.  The transformation was instantaneous, and remarkable.

So, anyway, this evening I sat on the back steps, watching the chickens.

A few of them came right up to me, expecting treats.  Reaching into the nearby jar, I pulled out a handful of dried mealworms.  I let a couple of chickens eat out of my hand, and then when I got tired of being pecked, I tossed the rest on the ground and let the feeding frenzy commence.

The chickens had been ranging out into the yard a bit when I first arrived on the scene, but now they began to stay closer to their coop.  They drank water, nibbled at their chicken feed, chased each other around a bit.  Then slowly, in ones and twos, they began to make their way up the ramp and into the coop.

This, I would never have believed as recently as a week ago.  I thought we'd be chasing chickens every evening, scooping them up and gently shoving them into shelter.  I didn't know that as the sun set, they would want to go to bed -- but they do, and somehow, I find that incredibly comforting.

When they seemed to all have gone to bed, I closed the door behind them.  Simple as that.

I didn't count them, but I'm pretty sure they were all in there.  I decided to trust them.

Meanwhile, there's a new month on the horizon, and change is in the air.  I can feel it -- and I am going to try, for a change, not to dwell on it overmuch.  I'm going to choose trust, and see what unfolds.
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