We are down to one hen, having lost the family favorite, mischievous, curious, moxie-laden Bernadine. Her personality here on our little acre of land will be sorely missed.
That leaves us with Elvyra, who was kind of the extra one from the beginning. We went to the little farm in Kentucky to get four chicks, and came home with 5. The farmer suggesting ‘that little easter-egger over there’ might be a good one to have if we wanted a pretty flock.
And pretty she is.
Of all of the flock, this one has been the quiet one. Part of the flock enough to be safe, but not overly keen on human attention or affection. Having read that lone hens are prone to depression and rapid decline, I have been keeping a close eye on Elvyra, but so far, she seems ok.
She preens her feathers regularly and scritches around the garden and woods for bugs and fresh spring green things. She’s still laying daily and roosts predictably at night. She is eager to de-coop in the morning and join me for a cup of coffee and some treats on the back stoop. It’s become a bit of a thing for me lately amidst this crazy time of year.
There is just something so soothing about watching a hen peck around the yard for a bit each day.
Even if it is just the one.
I’m gearing up for the Taos trip here in a few weeks and so have ramped up my yoga practice and running routine to get my head on straight, to be the best I can be for my incoming students. Spring can be a frenetic season with graduations and birthdays to be celebrated, chores to be caught up on and of course the usual day to day work to be done. Busy. a word I loathe, but to which I must occasionally succumb. I am woefully behind in my own sketchbook, but have instead been at the easel a bit each week in a painting course I decided to take from Manifest Drawing Center here in town. I am learning a lot in this class about color and painting in oil paints, some of which I hope to apply to my own teaching out west. It’s important to me not to rest on laurels and to always be finding new things to share in my classes. I am keenly aware that to do this work is a great gift. I do not take it for granted.
While we are down in numbers in the avian world, our canine sphere is fit to burst since last year. It’s nearly a year since we took over the stewardship of my Mama-in-law’s little dog Charlie.
She was not as little as she really should be when she first joined us. But with some exercise and the company of other dogs, she has trimmed out a good bit and her more boisterous personality has begun to shine (read, bark).
Charlie seems quite happy here with us and still makes regular visits back home to Mom as well, which is good for everyone.
And so, on this very average day, I must get back to work. Attempting the task of getting ahead of myself a bit before the summer travels begin in earnest; pondering the One-ness of all things via the simple avenues of home – ‘fanimals’ and family.
Til next time….