On this visit with our wee farm, I remarked to Maria that she was clever for naming the three Cuckoo Marans "Thompson," "Thomson," and "Tamsyn." We couldn't tell them apart! But they're changing, and exhibiting some unique and distinguishing features, and we may be close to giving them truly individual names. One of the Cuckoos has a comb that is very tall, and flops over a bit, and we can readily tell her apart from the others, so she'll get her own name. Then there's the Cuckoo with a comb that is comparatively small, compact, and she needs a name, too. The hen with a comb that is in between in size, and very pert and peaked, we are calling Emma. Emma Thompson.
This is all very pressing and highly consequential data. I hope you are taking notes for the quiz.
Also highly significant and of great interest: I finally have a picture that satisfies my obsessive need to demonstrate how tiny Lucky Penny is compared to the new chicas. It's comical, because as petite as she is, she still shows them that she's a boss. And they pay attention, too!
Is it wrong to enjoy not knowing? Honestly, I am okay with the time when I simply wonder, when a concise answer is not within reach, and I can speculate, and even be happy with a mystery that is not unraveled. For today, until I find that tidy paragraph that defines and illuminates what is "meditation," I will suppose that to mediate is to sit with the chickens and goats, to listen to them, and see what they do, to stop thinking for some purpose, and simply observe. Watching the bunnies, following the chickens, I slow down, and get a moment to be satisfied. I wanted to say "in the moment," or "content," and I wonder if there's a good way of expressing that state, when even if we are harried and stressed, or hurting, or if we only have five minutes, we still just manage to take a deeper breath, smile, appreciate, recognize something that gives us calm, joy? Funny how such a small engagement, something so easy to oversee or dismiss, can make a difference... a good difference.