Isn’t it funny how when you’re living in your parents’ house you think it’s the most ordinary place on earth, but when you return for a visit, you just can’t seem to make yourself leave? On Tuesday I brought the kids (sounds so strange to say that) for a visit to see Mom and then go to her friend’s house to see her chickens.
It was one of those beautiful fall days where the sun is shining so brightly you must wear sunglasses, and you absolutely have to be outside at all times because you know that colder weather is soon approaching. Waiting for Mom to get home from work, Julia and I (Grant was sleeping) spent the morning walking around the yard, admiring the plants and birds, pushing dolls on the porch swing, and throwing toys for the dogs.
In the afternoon, we visited Mom’s good friend, Carol, and her chickens. We thought Julia would get a kick out of meeting some chickens up close. Before she met them, I kept asking her what a chicken says. She kept saying “Hoo! Hoo!” like an owl, and would then crack up when I made my chicken sound. She still hasn’t mastered her “cluck”.
I would love to have backyard chickens someday, to be able to just go outside and grab some eggs for breakfast. That would be awesome. Maybe in a few years, after I check with our village ordinances, make sure the dog won’t hurt them, learn how to build a coop, and teach the kids how to take care of them. Or I could just keep visiting chickens in friends’ backyards! I guess chickens are kind of like swimming pools and boats. It’s great to know someone who has them, but a lot of work if you own them.
What a lovely day in the country! We are so thankful for these happy times!