I find myself feeling utterly content over the smallest things lately.
I cleaned out the chicken ark today to keep things all tidy for my birdies, and to do that, I have to shut them on the bottom level. Well, I’d kicked Sadie out of the nest box in order to do this, and she wasn’t too happy.
As soon as I lowered the walkway to the second floor, she flew–literally!–up to the second floor and hustled into the nest box and sat there crooning to herself. I sat next to the ark and listened to her and to the happy sounds the the other four were making over the new grass they were now sitting on.
Otto came and sat in my lap–again, literally, all 67 pounds of him–and we just listened to the chickens and watched Lacey and Bella play tug-of-war and chase each other around the yard.
And then I heard the Sadie cackle her victory cackle, and bustle back down the gangplank to join the others, and I opened the nest box and there was her egg.
It’s such a small thing, but in that moment, holding her warm egg, looking out over the grass as it turns brilliant shades of emerald, I felt profoundly grateful and at peace.
There’s definitely something to this whole letting go thing… but more on that later.
For now, here’s a picture of my cute lady-bug mud clogs. I know you were just dying to see them.