Our dear lovely chickens are getting used to their new digs until we build them a new coop. We are calling it the ‘chicken high rise’ and have been watching as they navigate walking a plank down to the ground. Our chickens are resilient, for sure!
Believe it or not, most of the snow has melted and the sun has been shining over the last two days. We have weathered the storm and lived to tell about it, ha!
So, now we are picking up the pieces and carrying on and throwing our shoulders into the work that needs to be done. I’ll end the post with a very fitting poem by Emily Dickinson called:
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Oh, Denise, I loved the video. ‘High rise’ is certainly true, but I applaud those ladies in taking the chance to walk the runway down. Here’s hoping a coop goes together quickly for all of you. Thanks for the update, and I hope your power is back on.
Thank you! Yes, power restored and chickens learning to parade the runway! Onward and upward!!
I, too, enjoyed the video. That’s a long runway for those hens. Glad they made it safely through the storm. Glad they’re adapting.
Beautiful poem Denise. Sorry to hear about the storm damage. It is bad enough for you having to cope with Covid 19. Ironically, I heard my phone ping while working at Sally’s farm and it was your blog. Take safe and take care.
All the best