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Cute Chicks And Dumb Boys

Well, I brought our new girls home todayyesterdayrecently.

I think the one on the left is a Barred Rock and the other is a Rhode Island Red, but could use some verification.
I think the one on the left is a Barred Rock and the other is a Rhode Island Red, but could use some verification.

I guess they aren’t chicks still, but I already had the title in my head, so I misled you. Sue me.

I have to tell you that I am in love with the [easyazon_link identifier=”151524458X” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]Barred Rock[/easyazon_link]. She absolutely melted my heart when I closed them up for the night.

I didn’t realise that they roosted when they are this young, or at all when they are laying hens. I just assumed that they nested, so I put a bunch of shavings in the box and left them to their own devices. When I went out at dusk to lift the ramp and close them in, they were sitting on the edge of the [easyazon_link identifier=”B007BVLJ7O” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]water dish[/easyazon_link] and teetering.

They looked so disoriented that I felt sad for them. I started stroking them and then the Barred Rock climbed onto my hand and up my wrist. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, so I just let her go. She then nuzzled her head into my armpit and seemingly fell asleep.

I felt so happy that I was contemplating taking her in and letting her sleep in the bed with me, but then I remembered my mom telling me about this. (It’s only thirty seconds long. Go ahead.)

Remember [easyazon_link identifier=”B004SGWYXS” locale=”US” tag=”granligh-20″]The Waltons[/easyazon_link]? I wish they made shows like that still.

She remembered it as Jim Bob, and¬†she used to laugh so hard about how gross it would be to have a chicken pooping in your bed all night. (It’s fine when she does it, but when it’s a chicken, that’s gross.) ūüėČ

Anyhow, I didn’t take her to bed, but I did make them a roost the next morning.

We're still working on names. I picked Mary Ann and Ginger, but we have to have a proper vote.
We’re still working on names. I picked Mary Ann and Ginger, but we have to have a proper vote.

You know, when I was a kid, I hated our chickens. I only remember the dirty, overweight, white meat birds, but I know we had Banties, pheasants, and quail for sure. I don’t remember any of them being as friendly as these two, but that could have been that they sensed my surliness at having to clean out the coop.

I don’t know why I hated doing it so¬†much, but I know I did. It was probably an hour job, but I think I dragged it out over a few days. I guess it was because I was a spoiled rotten a–hole back then. I must have thought I was too good for that job, but I know now that I wasn’t. It’s funny how the realities of life and time change a person’s attitude.

Well, I know it’s very late, but I’m sorry Mom and Paul. I promise I will care for¬†these better than I did for yours.

I’m also sorry that I didn’t see your vision in raising our own food. It was hard to see that growing things for ourselves and caring about¬†what we¬†nourished our family with didn’t mean that we were poor.

It meant that we were smart.

Now that I’m trying to eat as healthy as I cana bit healthier than I was, I see these things a lot clearer, especially when we’re trying so hard to make ends meet. I’ve really come to appreciate the lessons you guys taught me,¬†so long ago.

I also wish that I had realised the happiness you could get from¬†chickens, and the different personalities that they have. I’m pretty sure that I’m not going to mind looking after these girls at all.

The little salt and pepper lady is very loving and sweet. She seems to step aside and let others go first, and I’ve really taken a shine to her. I can feel her nervous tension release a bit when I hold her tight, and it makes me feel like I can make her life easier than it could have been. I think that she will be the broody one, if there is one, and I predict that should a rooster sneak¬†in there some day, she will make a great mama hen.

I'm the king of the castle...
I’m the kingqueen of the castle…

The redhead has a really spicy flare to her. She is adventurous and tries to get her head out every time I open the door. I see her eyeing up the great big world and wanting to be out in it. Also, she has so far lightly pecked my partially blackened fingernail, my nose and my arm when I was petting her sister. It wasn’t hard, like say a [easyazon_link identifier=”B00AWQENKU” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]glass Coke bottle[/easyazon_link], but I noticed her doing it and wondered if it wasn’t a warning. She doesn’t do it when I pet her, so I don’t think it’s from fear.

Do you remember earlier, when I said that I wanted to name them [easyazon_link identifier=”B0050MB5AC” locale=”CA” tag=”chathetop0f-20″]Mary Ann and Ginger[/easyazon_link]? I’ve changed my mind. I think I want to name them Pat and Brenda. It’s just as fitting, and it will mean a lot more to me.

Now if I could just find a golden feathered cockerel. ūüėČ

Chris

P.S. I originally named this post, because of the way the dogs were acting since I brought the birds home, but it turned into me being the dumb boy.

They were definitely curious, but mostly they seemed insecure. I figured I was imagining things, but I woke up like this in the morning, and I knew that something was up.

Dover is well camouflaged in the duvet. Blue wants to stand out everywhere.
Dover is well camouflaged in the duvet. Blue wants to stand out everywhere.

I guess there’s only so much “How are my pretty girls?” that a dog can take.

P.S.S. Sorry for the vague, personal jokes, but Pat is my mom, Brenda is my aunt, and the cockerel is my uncle Keith.

Backstory – Gerri

I don’t know how much of my backstory is truly necessary here, so I will try to be brief.¬† I lived a very consumer-driven lifestyle, which was only enhanced by a career that was image-obsessed.¬† I believed most of the lies the world told me, and eventually my heart became too sick to remain the same.

Our decision to relocate to British Columbia was extremely difficult to make, and to accept. I lived my entire life in one place, trying to learn how to belong, but never quite getting it.¬† I hadn’t dreamed I would ever leave where I had always been, so the thought of starting over made me weak with fear.

Confronting fear is a game changer.¬† It is the force that drives me forward toward the unknown.¬† As scared as I am of doing something new, I am far more afraid of not doing it.¬† Rebel Nerd, they call me.¬† We decided to give the kids a year to adjust to the idea of moving, and then, a year later, we loaded all our crap into a bus and drove that mother out here. ¬† I’m sure more than a few people thought we were crazy.¬† Although we do have kids, we don’t talk about them here.¬† First rule of granola light club:¬† Kids don’t want nothin’ to do with granola light club.

Coming here has challenged the way I think.¬† It has challenged the way I relate to myself, and to others.¬†¬†¬† It has deeply enhanced the relationship I have with my family,¬† and my physical and mental health.¬† I feel strong and free.¬† I feel close to the land, and I spend a great deal of time surrounded by fresh air and trees.¬† I can no longer afford to forget where my real home is.¬†¬† I am the original granola-light, because I understand how hard it is to make a huge change all at once.¬† I’m about setting small goals of being more sustainable, greener, more willing to find ways to reuse/repurpose something, instead of buying something new.¬† We try every day to do a bit better, and so far it’s working out well.

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I also have a really interesting new job, with a company that excites me and makes me feel like an important part of the team.¬† I’m surrounded by cool people who are into setting and achieving goals, personally and professionally.¬† I like what I do, and the people who I work with.¬† I feel like I might have won the ‘New Career Lottery’ ūüôā

Starting over isn’t easy, but it has a lot of amazing rewards.¬† It’s been a chance to start living the life we have been dreaming of since we met.¬† It feels amazing to finally be seeing it happen for real.