Sometimes things happen..........

I was left alone!!!!!!!!

I was left alone! All alone! Well not actually all all alone I had my horse and all the animals in the next pasture, my dog Mudfoot and the road dog Pansy but other than that I was all alone! Well Karen did come by and said Hello from up at the gate. Also my boy across the road was out there in his yard singing and playing with his little sister but other than that I was left all alone!! I was worried for a little while that there was going to be no food for us to eat but then I remembered we walk on our food so I just put my head down and started grazing. Good thing I remembered that isn’t it.

Want to read the Chicken Story? Doesn’t matter I am going to put it on here so you can read it if you want to. We used to have chickens here and then we just had roosters and now we just have whatever walks or fly’s in. So here’s the Chicken Story from a few years back……

Things Happen for a Reason

We got a Rooster and two Hens a few years ago. We had them in a chicken coop. They escaped. They became many. At one point there were seven Roosters and seven hens. A silent killer started coming in the night picking up hens one by one till there were but two. Two Hens and Seven Roosters.

Something happened one morning that scared the Rooster right out of one of the new roosters. He ran around the house with his wings behind him yelling his dang fool head off for almost an hour. I went out to see what the ruckus was and saw nothing. None of the rest of the flock seemed effected by whatever scared that one rooster. Mr. Chicken kept to himself for a couple of days and never really fit back into the group. I would sometimes find him sitting in a Hens nesting box. He never laid an egg but it was not for lack of trying.

Seven Roosters and two Hens is just too many roosters or not enough Hens so the boys came by every once in a while for a couple of weeks and caught roosters till we were down to just two. Mr. Chicken and another of the young ones.

For some reason I decided that we needed more chickens out there. The flock needed replenishing. So I left eggs in one nesting box. Both chickens started laying eggs in that one box and ended up sitting on that pile of eggs together. The new girl, Ms. Bossy, started sitting in there first and she hatched out three new chicks. HennyPenny, one of the original Hens, sat in there until about 20 chicks hatched out. Oh my. I didn’t know that could happen. What were we going to do with THAT many chickens!

The silent in the night killer came back when the chicks were just a little over a week old. It got HennyPenny and all but one of her chicks. It also got one of Ms. Bossy’s three chicks.

Hens do not take on chicks that they did not hatch out. And Rooster’s have no patience for chicks and will peck them if they get too close. Ms. Bossy was taking care of her two until two nights later when one of them went missing. Now she was down to just one chick. I thought maybe, just maybe, she would Mother Hen the poor little lonesome one that was out there peeping all the time. She did not. Lonesome tried to get close to her but got rebuffed over and over again. The future was not looking very bright for Lonesome but she was surviving the nights somehow.

The reason for all these words? The reason is what happened next. The reason is not that so many were lost but what I saw this morning.

There was no peeping from Lonesome this morning. I assumed that was that. Figured now we have two roosters, one Hen and one chick. And then I saw it. The strangest thing I have seen in awhile. Out from under Mr. Chicken came little Lonesome!

Lonesome now has a chance because Mr. Chicken got frightened by something all those months ago. I like to think he learned compassion that day. Something scared him, he ran screaming and then spent a few days in solitude considering his situation. I want to think that he decided then and there that if he ever came across a scared and frightened thing that he would not turn his back and pretend nothing happened. I want to think that he learned to love. I think what happened to him all those months ago was preparation for his role today.

I think he needs a new name. I think I will call him 'LOVE'.