This offering from guest contributor The Poultry Princess has taken a bit of a turn … no swearing, no poop and just a little tug at the old heart strings. I’m a bit of a softy so I appreciated it and hope you will too.
I have a story, go figure.
I couldn’t write it last night because I was so very tired. Yesterday morning I had a sweet lady message me on Facebook that she needed a person.
Needed a person for her beloved, special needs, crossbeak chicken, CB.
Needed a home that she trusted and knew would be able to take care of her baby that she loved so much, but the demands of work and home were just too much for what she felt this baby deserved. Now mind you, this little one has lived its very best life so far. She is healthy, vibrant, and completely happy.
This woman and I, we’ve never had a conversation before, not a single one.
I don’t know her in the least bit.
She lives in Oklahoma. I’m in Texas.
She needed a place to help. All other places had turned her down.
Who says yes?
She drove four and a half hours to get to me so her chicken could live a life she felt it deserved.
Let me repeat myself, a CHICKEN.
People will grudgingly drive an hour to drop their child off with their biological parent because they can’t be bothered to come get them.
Come on world. Show up. Show up for the good of everyone around you.
I’m here. I will always be here when you need me. I will pull myself together so whatever you need, I’ve got you. I don’t need a pat on the back. I need everyone to just remember what it’s like to need help and receive it when asked.
Do that for someone. A family member. A friend. A stranger.
A blind “yes” to help is better than a clear “no” that doesn’t.
The choice to be and do, make it a good one.
Six Weeks Later:
Him: Babe. I’ve got to go out of town for two days.
Me: Seriously! Again??
Him: Mmm. Pretty much has been two months, so not really sure why you are complaining, but that’s not the reason I’m telling you that. Can you please avoid chickens in the house while I’m gone?
Me: Why do you always ride my mental bumper on that subject? Eesh! Just concentrate on work, honey. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m just going to have some girl time and de-stress. All will be well.
Him: That’s what I’m worried about.
Me: Love you!
Also me and my girl-time wellness program:
Heide Royer is the artist behind Heidinmyworld of Art. Her creative passion lies within the animal world and is expressed through her visually compelling artwork. She is also an aspiring writer telling stories of her chicken farm life in a new book entitled “All Cooped Up – My Life with Chickens During A Pandemic”, filled with crazy antics and a lot of fowl play. It’s sure to bring laughter to any poultry loving household.
Thanks to Heide Royer for her story and photos, used with permission.