Tomorrow I get to drive up to Norwich University to pick up one of our little chicks and take him home for the weekend. He’s been away for 6 weeks already and while I know that he’s proved himself during rook week, a river run where he had to run up a mountain get a rock from a stream and carry it back down, and has not slept nearly enough, he’s still and will forever be, my little chick.
While at home, he doesn’t have to prove to me that he’s tough, he just has to eat some good home-cooked food and sleep all he wants. Because no matter how old you are (or how independent you think you’ve become) there is no place, absolutely no place, like being in the nest you grew up in, surrounded by your flock mates who have welcomed your return.
See you tomorrow poppit.
We’ll have plenty of apples for you.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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