Everything seems very different these days. My daughter has moved back into our house, after four years away at college, and she works at her new job daily. Our rental house doesn't have a tenant, and I have a property manager instead of having to worry about getting it rented myself. I'm not going to work every day in my super cute classroom. My routines have changed too. I don't get up at the same time every day. I have a choice between a bath or a shower every day. I don't take the same walk route I used to take (I'm afraid to come back home from the opposite direction). I have a new therapy dog who is truly helping me through all of this.
Some things are the same. I still miss and mourn over the loss of Hardy. I still look forward to writing in this blog. I still want to go to my therapist on a regular basis. I'm still moving like a turtle everywhere I go. I still need support from my family and friends, even though most of them think I am over this by now. I still feel sad and cry, even though most people don't see it. I still get frightened by silly things - like the salamander I saw running away from me this morning, or the spider that was quickly darting towards me on the floor when I was trying to groom Roxie.
Oh yeah, I'm still scared of big, tan colored, short-haired dogs.
I still want to get chickens. I've been told that it's okay to have chickens and even a rooster in the suburb where I live. I've never heard of anyone owning them, but more than one person, including two Realtors, have told me that it is fine to have them. I found a cool website called, My Pet Chicken that helps select the perfect chicken for every living situation -within reason of course. Maybe it's time?
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We had chickens when I was a young girl. Your grandpa built a small coop with an inside part for roosting and laying eggs. Actually I think I was afraid of the chickens! Not when they were cute little chicks, but when they were grown. Not sure why????
I do know when I was little there was a rooster over the back fence and I was totally freaked by him. Even had bad dreams about him... he was bigger than I was in my dreams! I do think he chased me once, so.... hummm.
Later I found a chick with no mom.... I brought it home. It was still wet... just hatched. Our chickens were gone by then so we drug out the old coop and he had a home. Turned out to be a beauty, but big and tough! He would spur my dad if he put his hand in the cage. Crowed all the time.... ate bugs in the garden.
Finally when we were going on a vacation trip... we took him back up to the Oakland hills to the riding stable where I found him and let him go.... He stood quite tall and proudly crowed. My dad always wondered how many rooster fights happened after his return home.
Now I have chickens and roosters all over my kitchen.... but they do not make a mess, lay eggs, or crow! I can not talk to them either.
Could be interesting having chickens! Give it some thought.... it is work. Could be fun though. Fresh eggs!
Be patient with yourself Kath... getting well is a long process. Sometimes it is 2 steps forward, 3 steps back.... 3 steps forward, 1 step back... then 2 steps forward.... 2 steps forward. You will get there!
Keep swimming to the top!
Love ya
Aunt Dorothy
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