Thursday, March 25, 2010


I returned home from vacation and something strange happened, I did not feel like myself. Oh I was glad to be home and so happy to see my feathered friends and Winslow and Emma too. I couldn't quite put my finger on this feeling, just felt off. Then I looked at my reading material, which by the way says it all. Dang, I'm even beginning to think I resemble this women on the book cover. I do need help. Now lets see, my symptoms are- feeling tired, lack of interest, I have been dragging myself to greet the girls each morning, (highly unusual for this chicken loving mama ) Have had no desire to blog or even read blogs (what is wrong with me). My head feels like "fluff" and I can't remember a thing (" honey have you seen my glasses"?) Oh and anything made with sugar would be my food of choice. Now, here is the most important clue, night sweats and sleeplessness. I figure If you add these symptoms together you come up with "MENOPAUSE". All you ladies of a certain age please reassure me that this is going to end before I kill myself or someone kills me! Honey, I know you love me and yes you are a very patient man. Ladies is there light at the end of the tunnel? Enough said. Even Winslow Homer has been out of sorts. The kennel cough has lasted longer than we had anticipated, Winslow keeps praying it will leave him soon. "Hang in there buddy."
This morning I jumped out of bed to greet the day. Sleeping in my new "chicken lounging pants" did put a smile on my face.

I came downstairs to be greeted by my new chicken friends, which did make me feel happier.
One can never have enough chicken friends you know. Went outside and began digging in the dirt, oh the feeling of warm soil in your hands can't help but make ya feel happy.
Having chickens is good mental therapy. Chickens are always ready to listen
and do not hesitate to offer an opinion.
chickens are always good company, plain and simple.
and the rewards, priceless.
I do believe I feel better after writing this post, thank you and goodnight!