From the beginning of this journey with the chickens I have felt a sense of responsibility to these girls in a way similar to the instinct that kicks in when your first baby is born. What if a cat were to get them? Or a hawk were to pluck them up?
We patched holes in the fence and gave them a safe coop. We watched them carefully as they roamed the yard with their beaks in the grass.
Today Rosie went missing as the flock was together on the patio. I heard the squawking from the other hens and she was nowhere in site. After looking everywhere for her, and thinking about what I could have done to keep her safer, I started this post. Midway through a knock came to the door from one of the neighbor kids telling me that she was in their front yard. OH HAPPY DAY! I cuddled her and carried her home to her flock who accepted her as if she had just run to the store for some snails.
Being a mom is full of ups and downs, happiness and hurt, love and acceptance, and most of all taking care of our flock. Becoming a mother teaches you to always have one eye on the task at hand and one watching out for the little ones.
Sometimes it might feel like I have no time for me. But in reality, I wouldn't trade any minute of any day. Being a mother, whether to my child or my hens is perfect.
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