This morning was a busy one. First I dropped my 10yo daughter off at my friend’s house. My daughter is trading housework for assistance in improving her swimming form– she adores swimming– and this week she even got to try out Laura’s fun new pool.
After dropping her off I continued on with my 7 year old and one of my 14 year old sons for a trip to the bank and then on to the prosthetics office for a repair to my son’s prosthetic leg. While we waited, my 14 year old read, my 7 year old did math, and I started a new scarf. I actually rather like these appointments. Unlike a typical doctor visit, nobody’s sick. We’re just there for some equipment repair, plus the appointments are a great chance to knit or read.
After that it was on to one more errand. Our chicken flock has been steadily dwindling until finally we had only one Araucana rooster and 3 hens–a Buff, a Silky, and an Araucana. Yesterday I happened to see an ad in the paper for chickens. The owner was selling 3 month old Rhode Island Reds for $4 each.
We arranged to meet today to take a look at them at the end of our erranding. The people selling the chickens had lots of chickens in several different runs. The Rhode Islands looked small for being three months old– they probably won’t lay til spring– but they were lively and healthy looking. So we scrabbled around the pen a bit and picked a dozen likely-looking little hens. We chose ten Rhode Island Reds, and two slightly older Buff Orpingtons. Then we toted them home in a dog kennel.
At home we released them into our dusty chicken house with the four older occupants lurking just outside the door. The new little hens were instantly pecking and peeping and scuffing around contentedly. No drama, no terror. They just set to work, looking to see what goodies could be found in our cobwebby chicken house.
I can’t quite explain why chickens are fun to watch, but I think part of their charm might be the way they always just seem busily happy. They make you feel like you’ve offered them goodness, and they appreciate it all.
There’s a lot to be said for that approach to life, I decided today. Unexpected stuff happens. Days don’t always end how you expected when you woke up in the morning. Sometimes you take a ride in a dog kennel to a whole new messy world and get to start all over. But if it’s going to happen anyway, why not peck around and look for the good bits?
Other good bits in my day: lovely fall weather, an hour in the afternoon sun spent cleaning garden beds with the kids, zucchini bread and chocolate chip cookies made by my daughters, quiet time this evening with my husband after the kids were off to bed.
What about you? What were some of the good bits in your day? Do share.