Yesterday was a rainy day, another 2 inches in 12 hours. For crying out loud, that’s an entire month’s worth of rain in some parts of the country. And frankly, those parts of the country are welcome to it, if they want. Mucky!
But today – as promised – started off beautifully.
It was a chicken freedom day, but I have had to intervene for so many threats the last few times they were out:
I have given up the idea of letting then out unsupervised. Instead, I brought over a chair, let the chickens out, and sat outside to keep an eye on them.
People have been sitting outside with their livestock for thousands of years. (Chickens themselves were domesticated either 8,000 or 4,000 years ago, depending. Sheep of course are one of the oldest domesticated animals, bred by the Mesopotamians between 9,000 and 11,000 years ago.)
It made me feel part of one of humanity’s most ancient traditions. Connected through the centuries to thousands, maybe millions of other people who have done the exact same thing.
I mean, you know. More or less.