Friday, June 25, 2010
We Fare Well
Afternoons in the garden have been rollicking good.
We open the door to the shark cage and let the chicas explore. We carry Joe out of his hutch. Amazingly, even Betty has been see out of her nest box. Her broody time has gone well beyond twenty days, but every day she is taking longer and longer excursions away from her empty nest.
And when Betty cannot leave her nest, she receives visitors, like Temple, and Joe.
Maybe the timing is in our favor... she has been sitting on two wooden eggs, which I removed one at a time over the last couple of days, and now: Ta-da! There are chicks. Could she think she did it? Has she simply grown accustomed to their pipping, and figures they must have been around all along?
I wasn't sure she would handle this very well, but Betty has met the new chicas. They visit her coop, she visits their coop.
Sure, the little pippers look impressed, a bit wary, but Betty has been rather matter-of-fact, nonchalant, friendly. No pecks on their feathered heads. No shrill hen squawks. All quite calm and casual. What a relief. What joy.
I could offer apologies, or pretend that this was only a quick visit... but the truth is I can (and do) spend hours in the company of Betty, Joe, Temple, Tesla, Zoe, Trudy, and Zelda. Fortunately the children join me, or at least know where I can be found. I tend the garden, I listen to Maria's narrations and join her games. And I sit, watching the chicas, admiring Joe, day dreaming, laughing, figuring out the camera, unwinding.
I am the luckiest farm-girl in the world.
My boots get real dirt on them.
I have dust in my ears.
And I have bazillions of funny, pretty, silly, dear chica pictures.
What do you sniff, Joe?
Some carrot tops, and radish, corn sprouting?