Well I had intended to entertain you today with an account of the deep thoughts one has (okay, I have) while lying prostrate for three straight days, but that’s gonna have to wait, for there is BIG news ’round Blue Yonder.
In fact, it was last night, as I sat and prepared to write a post, dear friends, that I read through my emails, and came face to feather with fate.
Or at least that’s how I saw it, when I read that there were a few good hens in our homeschooling community that were in need of a loving home.
Now, you will recall that we set out to have a flock of six hens. We thought that would provide for each of us to have one egg a day, plus one to grow on, as they say.
Well less than 24 hours after we brought our babies home, one of our chicks up and died. There went the one to grow on.
So, we were left with three girls – one for each boy – two Ameraucanas and one that we think is a Leghorn. I felt, well, more or less content with that.
But there I was, staring at the computer screen and reading that these poor little ladies needed a home, and something just came over me.
I saw it as our duty, our responsibility even, to make right the wrongs of the chicken universe.
My husband saw it as one of the many reasons that I give him, on any given day, to shake his head, roll his eyes, and throw up his hands.
And so while our two roosters will always have a place in our hearts, we’ve found replacements for their place on the roost.
We are pleased to introduce Sadie Star, a lovely Barred Rock,
and Persimmon Puff, a sweet and docile Buff Orpington.
My boys wanted to give our new girls names, but felt it was only right to keep their previous monikers as middle names too, hence the two names.
They are a year older than our existing gals, so they are already laying. You would think they were laying golden eggs for all the excitement this has wrought.
My oldest came tearing in the house squealing, “Mama, she’s gone in! Persimmon’s in the nesting box!!!”
I went out and watched as Luke paced the ground near the box.
“Is she all right in there?”
“Is she hurting?”
“No, honey, she’s been doing this everyday for months now.”
“Is she really going to lay?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”
“Should I get her a drink? Maybe she’s hot in there.”
“No, I think she just needs some time and space.”
“Maybe I should go and pet her and whisper to her.”
“Baby, just give her some room. It’s going to be okay.”
When the old gal finally squawked and ran out the door, my guy scurried in, fished around in the box, then held up an egg as though it was his first born. “It’s an egg! It’s a real egg! She did it!”
He handed the egg to me, with the admonition to, “be very very careful with it, Mama.”
Then, he scooped up Persimmon and cooed, “You did it girl. You’re such a good girl. It’s a beautiful egg. You really did it!”
He’s going to make such a good husband and papa some day. I just know it.
And what do Hazel, Tiger and Maybelle think of their new big sisters?
Well that is another story entirely…