You guys might have gathered from my recent posts (or lack thereof) that the last couple of months have been particularly challenging. I finally had to have a little come-to-jesus talk with myself about my attitude of late, which went something like, “What the hell is going on with you? Everything seems like such an effing struggle. What is this? Is this depression?” And then I took a hard look at my life right now and realized no, this isn’t depression… this is winter. This is weeks of spending hours just trying to get the barn door open so that I can spend more hours plowing the driveway just to leave the farm. This is sub-zero temps, and fevers, and broken websites, and empty fuel-oil-tanks, and spending my mornings bathing a chicken in my kitchen sink and then manually reinserting her intestines.
Turns out that sometimes life feels like a struggle because it’s a fucking struggle. Go figure. (Also turns out that if there’s something that will make you question your sanity more than walking around your kitchen every morning, rocking a chicken wrapped in a towel like a newborn… I don’t know what that would be, and I hope never to find out.)
As much as I like to make sure I’m always telling an authentic story– sharing the good parts and the bad– when I feel like all of the words coming out of my mouth are tinged with stress and frustration I spend less time writing and more time, uh…
But the truth is that even in the middle of snow and writers block and insomnia, I still spend an inordinate amount of time laughing. Because, chickens…
Seriously, the sound of tiny chicken feet scurrying across the floor may be one of my favorite things ever. The little shit.
It was clearly time for the bigger cage.
In other good Nugget news, everything seems to be cleared up for the Nug with the prolapsed vent. She rejoined the flock last week, reducing the total number of chickens living inside my house to six.
Which. Actually, now that I think about it? There are still more chickens living inside my house than outside of it at the moment, so… yep. Still dangerously close to becoming a Crazy Chicken Lady.
And now that I’ve crossed a couple of big chicken-related issues off my list, I’m hoping to add a little more sawdust back in to my life soon. Or, you know, maybe a tractor.
(Also, all of the comments on this post were one of my favorite things to ever happen on this website. You guys are effing amazing. Always.)