Call me crazy, but I actually enjoy being outside, working in my chicken coop. Yup, even the whole raking-the-chicken-poop part.
Let’s face it — being a blogger is great because it gives me the freedom to stay at home with my son, share my experiences and my new recipes with you. I get to meet cool, like-minded people who believe that food should be non-GMO, products should be free of chemicals and want to live a more simpler, natural lifestyle. The one — major — drawback of being a growing blogger is the amount of time being stuck to the computer and the phone. Customer service is what it’s about and there is nothing worse then leaving a comment on your favorite blogger’s blog post with like, an important question and not getting anything in return.
Been there. Done that.
Which is why I strive to stay on top of everything blog related and make sure I respond to comments on the blog and on my social media platforms in a timely fashion.
BUT. Sometimes it sucks. You know, being stuck to a computer for a good portion of the day.
As much as I advocate for a natural life and getting a good dose of fresh air and natural energy from being outside, I find myself inside, sitting — a lot.
And that’s where the chickens come into play. The thing about chickens is that they require you to go outside. They require you to take a break, disconnect and care for them. Yes, my son requires me to take a break, disconnect and care for him but sometimes this Mama doesn’t want to talk to anyone and just wants to be.
I love just being with my chickens. I love how their heads pop up when they hear me walking back to the coop. I love being in there, watching them just do their chicken thang, softly clucking and doing other chicken type stuff. It’s so calming and so peaceful. I love finding grub piles along my fence line and shoveling it into a bucket and breaking a sweat. The best part is while I’m walking back to the coop to dump it out in the run, the chickens literally follow me and know what’s coming. The moment I dump that bucket, all 6 girls jump on the pile and get to digging and scratching and finding bugs. Their little chicken hearts are so content and it totally brings me joy. It’s the small things.
I know, super sappy but it’s so true.
Just the other day, Scott and I were outside in the coop, feeding the girls some weeds and bugs and I had a little moment. I thought about my amazing husband who has thoroughly supported me in all my ventures from day one. I thought about my incredible son who is constantly teaching me what life is about and challenging me to be a better person each day.
I thought about my crazy little cat Lilly and how we got so lucky to have a cat with a great personality — even if she gets crazy sometimes. I thought about my chickens who were initially going to become dinner once they stopped laying eggs but we grew attached to them so now they’re pets.
It made me realize how incredibly lucky I am and my heart swelled with love and contentment. Even though our life can be really hectic and there are a million unfinished projects with a zero budget, including lots of dreams and wants, I really have all I need right in my little bubble. Family and pets and just being is what life is all about.
Who knew chickens could create such a moment like this?