We have some new chickens.
A month ago, I would have said, “we have some new baby chicks”….but a bit into a short maturation process I can now say that we have some new, though still young, chickens.
I’m glad our children don’t grow as fast as those chickens.
When our babies were little, one of the best pieces of advice that I got was to pay attention.
Even if they grow more slowly than a baby chick, it’s easy to miss things if you don’t slow down to notice.
Of course, the conundrum of the whole situation is that life seems to accelerate when children come into the picture…so it kind of has to be a focused effort to slow down enough to see what’s going on.
Our first batch of chickens were carried off by an owl or something big in the night.
Our children sleep inside the house…so there isn’t much chance of that happening to them…plus, they are a lot bigger than the chickens so I don’t think I have much to worry about in that department.
I still worry about a lot of crazy stuff…just not owls carrying the children away.
Chickens are pretty cool. Dollar for dollar, they are a great, stinky amusement.
The eggs are nice, too.
But I think that I like my children a whole lot more than I like those chickens.
Stay away from my kids, you steenking owls!