I think this has been the longest I’ve gone without writing about the animals since I started this blog. What a nutty couple of weeks it has been. The job is crazy good, Very Excellent Husband Don gave me his very unexcellent cold that rendered me wholly unproductive. We’ve had a warm spell of weather that has been glorious. The wind has been blowing and blowing and blowing. That’s a mixed bag, yes?
But hey, in the past there would be a new story in the barnyard every day, a messy-this or a silly-that. And at the end of that day—after feeding and watering and tucking everyone in—I’d pull off my dirty muck boots with the boot puller my mom gave me for Christmas (best gift ever) and go, “Whoo hoo, that was a good one!”
Sometimes they’d whisper their stories. Sometimes they’d shout. (Doink is not a whisperer.) They are such good storytellers. Much better than I am.
But recently, they’ve been holding out.
Are they mad I’m not around as much? Do they even notice? I don’t know, but they’re keeping their stories close to the heart these days.
It’s crazy. I’m trying to listen.
So I guess I’ll wait. They can’t stay mad forever.
Reporting live, with absolutely no story to tell…The Chicken Mama.