It was a dark and stormy night……………..
No, wrong guess.
Picture this: It was a beautiful, blue sky, warm, sunny June afternoon, 2013.
I was extremely sick. It wasn’t pretty. It took effort just to get dressed and put lipstick on. Not the “movie star” kind of sick. The real life, not good kind of illness.
My wise friend was stopping by to visit and bring something. I was thinking a nice, pretty card or a cheerful bouquet of flowers.
No, wrong guess.
Out the kitchen window, I saw a huge truck pulling a horse trailer pull through our circular drive way. Along with her, were 4 teenagers.
Next they unloaded a brand new chicken coop, 3 chickens, bedding, organic feed, treats, water & food containers. They caried it and set it all up in the backyard.
In the same whirlwind that they arrived, they left just as quickly. They were headed out to pick up a load of hay for their horses.
That left me and our Golden Retriever, peeking into their coop, looking at 3 very young chickens. Alone.
How the heck is this going to work? (She had made a side deal with Mr. Right, if it didn’t work out, she would graciously take them back to her ranch.)
Remember earlier, I called her my wise friend?
Somehow, she knew I would have to turn on the computer and read. She guessed I would have to get dressed and have Mr. Right drive me to a book store, to buy a couple of books. In her smarty, awesomesauce, cowgirl way, she knew, I would have to get up off the sofa a couple of times a day to feed, water, fluff straw, check on my new animals.
My wise, amazing girlfriend had a feeling, that I would need to clean the coop. Carry water, lift bedding, fill the food container. In the beginning, I was not able to lift a 25 pound bag of bedding, so I took small buckets.
My wise, amazing, thoughtful, beautiful friend, Kristy, knew that I needed organic eggs to eat. She knew that I needed to be around “farm dirt” and straw and outdoor good germs to build my immune system. In her wisdom, she knew I needed to feel grateful and thankful every single day.
Surprise, surprise, Mr. Right, only helped when he absolutely needed to.
I took care of them myself. I never skipped a day. Some times, it took me a half hour just to change the bedding and straw and give them fresh water.
One day, my little grand girlie was helping me and she said, “egg”. WHAT! I couldn’t actually believe that we had gotten an egg! I had to take a picture.
Then somehow, a week went by and another. People asked me how many eggs I had collected. I kept track on the calendar. I started taking pictures to share. I didn’t want the eggs to roll off the counter during the photo shoot, so…….. one thing led to another and ……..well.
I started setting the eggs in things. A basket, a dish, a creamer shaped like a frog, I put them in a fruit basket, and a bowl that had coffee beans. I used anything I could find. I even made a calendar showcasing 12 pictures.
Here’s the update:
I still have one of the original chickens. Since then, a couple more chickens have joined the party. I currently have four chickens. Yes, I still keep track of how many eggs I collect. (It’s the best part, sort of like an Easter Egg hunt everyday!) I am healthy enough to lift the bag of bedding. I can move the coop. I can walk to the neighbor’s to share my bounty. We donate 20 chicks a month, so others can flourish, just like me.
Today, Friday, November 18, 2016, I am celebrating my 1,000 egg!
I am grateful.
I am healing.
Thanks in a huge part to my friend. She was the only friend who believed I could/would do it. She knew that I would get out of bed, put on my boots and tend to other creatures that needed my help. I felt needed.
Those dang chickens need me in the beautiful, blue, sunny skies as well as the blustery, wild wind, cold, pouring rain, boot wearing, dark stormy days.
Oh, I get it!
My friend. She was there for me in the dark, stormy days…and yes, today, on a clear, beautiful day, she is in my corner, celebrating 1,000 eggs.
Boy Howdy, I am one grateful chick!
Who knew chickens could help me heal?