On a walk two weeks ago we stopped at a pretty, fenced in yard with lush green grass, two small coops and four portly hens. Either the leader of the group or just the sweetest one came up to us and seemed to take a liking to my three year old. She cooed as she gave us the look over. She walked along with us, the length of the fence, as we left that little oasis. I walked away wondering when we'd have a garden and could keep chickens again. We are renting an apartment at the moment. Not sure where to put down roots or when. Where is really the question. I trust that it will happen at the best possible time for us.
I walked away wanting chickens again. Since my own Little Chickie was born, I haven't really felt I had the space or energy for a pet. It's coming back, not just for chickens but maybe a bunny. So, when the opportunity presents itself, I'll be looking for Silkies. In the meantime, there is daydreaming to do and I had forgotten how satisfying that can be. It feels good to find myself with the room for the feathered or the fluffy again.
