It is funny when we look back and see how we get involved in certain matters. I am often asked how I got started writing. My reply is quite literal: “Because my son went to school and I had no more children.”
Some of you might remember back in January when I posted about being prodded into this chicken adventure because a novel I was working on was not going as planned. So I made a new plan: rest my mind by pursuing the long held dream of raising chickens and having home-grown eggs. Simple, sweet, and totally ignorant. Now here I am four and a half months later.
The first thing I’ve found is that the chickens are not simply providers of meat and eggs (or in my case just eggs, because I doubt I’ll kill any. We’ll have an old-chickens home), and a lot of expense and manual labor. They provide a great deal of laughter. Watching chickens is like watching cartoons. I might have provided a cartoon for a neighbor, too, one morning, when running around and around the outside of the chicken house, in pajamas and robe and rose-printed rubber boots (all pink), wielding a garden rake after the errant escaping Buff Orpington I have named Maisie, in honor of the vintage comedy starring Joan Blondell. Too bad there is no photograph of that incident. Possibly my name should be Maisie.
A small boy is excellent for taming chickens, but I believe the hens provide a far move valuable service of taming the small boy.
I can also report that the aim of a diversion with chickens providing writing energy has worked. I have secured the return of rights to a couple of my early properties that are no longer in print. Re-reading one, More Than A Mother, I was thrilled to find it delightful. I’ve been having a great time revising (a writer can never leave anything alone) and getting it ready for e-book format. I’ll tell more about that adventure in a future post, but for now let me say that the adventure and laughter with chickens have provided inspiration. Just imagine when I finally begin to get eggs.
Starting Monday Out Right…
If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane. ~ Robert Frost.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine; But a broken spirit drieth up the bones. ~ Proverbs 17:22
Make a point of laughing today, especially if it is hard. You might consider getting chickens…