No Regrets Today

 Here we have Miss Alice who, being her curious self, was observing me in the camellia bed as I was picking blossoms. I just love these barred rock ladies. If you, like me, keep chickens mainly for the entertainment factor, I highly recommend this breed. Not only are they curious and mild mannered, they also sing the prettiest little songs. 

I have decided NOT to get any peeps this year. Sixteen chickens is far and away enough for me. I am curious though to see if any of my ladies go broody. Since Darla and Dottie both did last year, I would not be surprised if they did again this year. Most of the rest of the hens are from the crop of bebes I got last spring and I have no idea which of them, if any, will decide to sit on eggs. 
If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't- oh well. It's always so exciting when I have a hen sitting on eggs but it's so depressing if they don't hatch or if they do and then the babies get taken by hawks or owls. But watching the process from sitting to raising is just fascinating and I am always enchanted by the deeply protective and maternal instincts of the mothers. And if there is anything cuter than watching just-hatched chicks scratching about in imitation of their mamas, I don't know what it is. 

This dog comes close, though. 

This is Ruby and Jessie is fostering her. I think that she's falling in love with the pup but she is determined to find a good home for her. If I wanted a dog, I would want a dog who looked like Ruby. However, I do not want a dog and that's all there is to it. Dogs are too much like children and they require constant attention and care, and with my cats and chickens, there's just no way. 

But would you look at this face?

It's been a really, really peaceful day here. We've gotten some drizzles and it's been pretty warm. I've had no deep thoughts or epiphanies although I did learn that bubbling roux is most likely hotter than the burning surface of the sun. 
Eh. No harm done. 

I finished listening to this book. 

It's a sweet, gentle book written by a man who has suffered from crippling anxiety and suicidal depression in his life. I do recommend it. I started reading Haig a while back and what has always struck me about his writing is that he is so kind in his assessment of the human race. He is an empath for certain. 

Off to finish the gumbo whose roux taught me the lesson about heat. 

Be well, y'all. Remember that despite how small and unimportant your life may seem at times, you cannot know the lives you have touched and that the ripples from us all affect so much more than we think. 

And that we are pretty darn amazing just as we are. 

Thanks, Matt. 

Love...Ms. Moon