When we decided to get chickens Sadie was excited for weeks in advance. I kind of wondered if this would be the kind of thing where the chicks would get here and it would be all cute and fluffy wonderfulness for a week and then... old news.
No sir. This girl of mine is the self proclaimed chicken mama. The first question in the morning is "can we hold chickens after breakfast?" And sometimes she even talks to them at night in her sleep.
All day long, as we work outside on garden or yard projects she has a chicken in tow. Sometimes the extra-loud peeping requires a gentle refresher on chicken-holding etiquette, but for the most part, the chickens love her. She seems to have a calming effect on them--even when she sets them in random trees around the property, or in a dog dish, in the stroller, parked inside the garage. true story.
Learning the care of other living things is such a simple, yet infinitely complex and interesting business. I am reminded of that every day. And for this little chicken mama, it seems to do her soul good. The good will seems to be catching...I caught her voluntarily giving little brother licks off a most coveted popsicle today while no one was looking.
shhhhhh....I never told.