You know that expression about the henhouse -the one you use when your mom and aunt won’t stop chatting about your second cousin’s new girlfriend or the neighbors’ estranged daughter?
Well, it’s completely accurate.
*anecdote assist*
Today I collected the eggs from the laying hens. As soon as I walked to the door they all flocked to the coup and started talking to me -or, more likely, about me. It sounds crazy, but I could tell by their cooing that they were sizing up the new girl -dancing around under my feet as they followed me from one nest to the next. One even flew up onto the ledge above the eggs, peeking into each compartment and taking inventory before turning her head to look at me, carefully surveying my every move…
But besides this initial loss of sanity, today was a perfect combination of hard, tiring work and periods of relaxation, whether alone or with our hosts.
Honestly though, I’m exhausted at this point. Which is why I will keep this short as I have to be up by 6:30 tomorrow.
Every few minutes I hear a chicken call from down the hill. One of the over thirty chickens which I will help to “harvest” first thing in the morning.
Yes, exactly what you think it means.
More to come…
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Elizabeth Gillis 