Will I post every day? Absolutely not. Maybe not even every week. But this is something I wrote a few weeks ago, and was reminded of again this morning.
Today I was an egg farmer. I washed 15 dozen eggs. I disciplined hens that I discovered were eating eggs. Did they not see the oyster shells I so generously provide for them?
I enjoy watching my hens. They have very little brains and it makes me feel better about myself to see other females whose grey matter doesn't always function as normal.
My neighbor lady says hens are like women. Or maybe women are like hens. We stand around and talk a lot. So much, in fact, that sometimes no-one else can get a word in edgewise. We fight over tasty morsels of food. Our diet must be just right in order for us to be productive. We even make loud squawks when giving birth. There's times we beat each other up and pull out one another's tail feathers. I think my neighbor is on to something...
One evening last week, I went out to check on my hens. It was a good deal later than I usually go to the barn. They were all roosting together, sleepy heads nodding, not a squabble in sight. Maybe we women need to try channeling that part of our inner 'hen' a little more. Prop each other up, keep one another warm, and bite our tongues.
Watch hens next time you have a chance. Even birds with little brains have something to teach us.