And this is why mama hens never really sleep deeply once their chicks have started leaving the nest.
He’s okay. He lost control of the car last night during the snowstorm and slammed into the guardrail *twice* while on a bridge.
When Marc and I went to pick him up at the scene the police officers showed us the first hit. I learned over and looked at the ground far, far below and for that flash of a moment, saw what could have been. My son had been driving our tall, top heavy SUV and the only reason he didn’t careen over the side of the bridge is that an angel must have been riding alongside him in the passenger seat.
The car is totaled but this morning we are grateful.
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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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