Another Normal Monday, and the Chicks and I are Still Here…

Starting Monday out right…

I began the day at 5:30, when I took a bit of food out to the chicks. I gave thanks that they were still alive. That I halfway do not expect them to be goes to show my nature. No wonder I’m a writer.

Dear God, thank you for the start of another precious normal day. Let me see the treasures of normal days, really see them. Let me live in the present moment, and not keep rushing ahead to the future that always seems either more dire or more perfect. Let me enjoy this day! Amen.

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The chicks, and I, have entered their fourth week.

Last week I anew learned that chicks, and humans, are always changing. I have changed in that I can no longer look after a five-year-old and focus on any sort of writing. What cannot be changed is to be accepted, and best happily so. I put my plans on hold, and went with the flow, in the process learning the surprising facts that I can still play kick-ball and actually enjoy digging in the dirt. And I can break a worm in half. Is there anything I cannot do, with that fact behind me?

“Nana do the worms like to get ate?”

What would you have said to that? I opted for the truth. “I don’t think so.”

Worm digging stopped for the day.

I learned that little boys are apt to fall into the cage head first.

I learned that we never know what is going to happen. Our little Princess Puny, who we thought would surely die, is still peeping along.

She is puny. Her feathers are not coming in as fast as the others. Below is a shot of her sister. See the difference in feathers?

But Princess Puny is still with us, and still growing at her own rate, never mind what all the others birds do, or what might be expected of her. That’s her testimony, and often mine.