It’s hard to believe a year has passed since we picked up these little fluff balls that totally changed our lives.
It’s been a year of chicks, ducklings, bantam adoptees, sick birds and eggs gallore. Never have I felt so helpless and so enamored with such tiny little things.
I never expected so many life lessons to come from owning chickens.
Now, I look back and see all the mistakes we made, things we really couldn’t have learned without learning the hard way. And I would not have traded a moment.
Chickens have died, vanished, reappeared, had to be euthanized. Each moment has burned memories and emotions deep into my soul and I feel more grateful for each of the lives entrusted to us.
The gift of the role as caregiver to these chickens is one of grace and peace. To crack open an egg freshly plucked from a nesting box moments earlier… there is nothing so divine. To know which hen delivered that perfect little egg and thank her by name… It is a beautiful pause in a hectic world.
I’ve grown a whole new apprecation for these curious, hilarious and daring creatures. If perhaps more people were able to experience the joy of owning chickens, maybe the world would all slow down and savor the now, just a bit.
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Here’s a look back at some of the growth of the Miller flock over the past year… (I may have gone through a few tissues in digging these out.) 🙂
March:
April:
May:
June:
July:
August:
December:
February:
March:
Thank you for reading and checking out the photos, friends. 🙂
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