Adventures with Soggy
Well, I'm fairly certain that Soggy, like many of us, is quite happy to count Brad among her friends. Not very many days after he found Soggy nesting on her clutch of 21 eggs near the canyon edge, we weathered a whopper of a multi-day rainstorm. Soggy, and her precious cargo, in the nick of time (!) had been relocated to the safe-from-predators and very cozy chicken trailer. Soggy, thusly, was saved from being very, very soggy.
But that's not all.
On Monday, as the rain was letting up, Brad returned from his chores to report he had seen baby beaks and toes and wingtips snuggled in the fluffed up feathers of Soggy. I returned with him that evening to check in on the new mother and revel in our collective good fortune.
Brad and I both wanted to so badly to lift her up and count all those beaks and toes. How many were hiding under there?! But going against the grain of our modern on-demand culture, we chose to let the new family remain peacefully undisturbed.
Unlike instant gratification which always leaves one hungry, farming is a practice of patience that has proven to be deeply satisfying.
By leading with our hearts and kindling kindness, we drift off to sleep at night with the anticipation of a new discovery awaiting us with each and every sunrise. ~AJ
“A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust.”