Piglet's even better today, walking sort of like a pirate. Peg-legged, you can imagine. The least one brought her in this morning and sat on the sofa with her. You can't imagine how soft the feathers on these chickens are. My goodness. Just like satin, I'm not kidding. I do adore holding and petting them.
And really, am so incredibly relieved Piglet's healing so quickly. The anxiety of having her hurt is passing (most of us had a hard time getting to sleep Saturday night with re-living the chicken/dog fiasco) and it's a joy to see recovery. And thankfully she can hop/skip/jump to the other birds, so can keep up and they're not rejecting her. That's a relief.
Tough to love living beings. Takes it out of you. But the alternative is alone time I don't savor experiencing. Not quite sure why the Lord plopped me in a lifestyle that's so chock-full of activity, but must think I can handle it. Correction: WE can handle it.
One of the boys was talking to our priest/his wife yesterday at church and the comment was that we managed taking care of their menagerie so easily last week. The way I figure it, most stuff isn't a big deal. Well, the stuff that only requires manual labor. Now worry takes it out of me, but cleaning out a chicken coop, cleaning up dog mess or a litter box, or feeding animals are no-brainers. Just time-fillers.
Again, like most things, it's all in how you look at it.
