We had a high school graduation this weekend. Yup, another little chick is getting ready to fly from the nest. It was a lovely day, couldn’t have asked for better weather while Logan, son #4 and child #4 walked the field to get his diploma as we all hooted and hollered.
High school graduations have always been kind of bitter sweet for me. The kids are convinced that they’re now adults. They see that diploma has some sort of license for adulthood, but I, as an adult and the mama hen, know better. Sure they’re getting older, but they still need guidance. They still need clucking over (granted it’s only occasionally these days).
I want to give him more and more responsibility, after all, in the next year he will be living away from the family, but you’d better believe that for now “my house, my rules” still applies.
I don’t care how old you are – you tell me where you’re going and how I can reach you.
Living in a flock means living in a flock. Respect the flock.
So we are at that time of transition. Again. Where my chick is anxious to fly, fly away. He can and will. Of course he will, but sweetheart, let’s continue to do small flight trips at a time before we send you out to fly solo. I promise, come September, I’ll let you go.
***
Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
Also, join me on Facebook to find out more about the flock (children and chickens) and see some pretty funny chicken jokes, photos of tiny houses, and even a recipe or two.
Like what you read here? Consider subscribing to this blog so that you’ll never miss a post. And feel free to share with those who may need a little chicken love.
