Little Miss Millie
Songster
My chickens mean a lot to me. Ever since we got our first four on my birthday, I haven’t been able to detach myself from their lives. Being able to raise them and bond with them is incredibly rewarding, and watching them fully mature and live a good happy life is incredible too. But raising them has also taught me to value life. As much chickens have thrived, lots of others have met unfortunate ends. I’ve learned that I can’t dwell on a single loss and believe that life is hopeless, I instead learn to honor their experience of being alive, and our time together. Their losses will help me learn to care for future generations better as well, and I have to thank them for their advice. They keep me reminded that I am needed in the real world, and help pull me from the online distractions. I can come to them when I am feeling down, as they don’t judge me for my emotions, and just enjoy me being there with them. They are also wonderful inspirations for my art and storytelling!
This photo is of my most precious chicken Periwinkle; he was the foundation of my understanding and acceptance for the cycle of nature, and he was also one of the victims of a painful experience (hawk attack). One day he was there and brought so much joy, but the next day he just disappeared. As distraught as I was, that was when I learned I can’t let this single experience affect my admiration and care for the rest of the flock to come, and I have to accept things as they were. I still miss him a lot, but I have found healthier ways to honor him. Perhaps one day I will see him again
This photo is of my most precious chicken Periwinkle; he was the foundation of my understanding and acceptance for the cycle of nature, and he was also one of the victims of a painful experience (hawk attack). One day he was there and brought so much joy, but the next day he just disappeared. As distraught as I was, that was when I learned I can’t let this single experience affect my admiration and care for the rest of the flock to come, and I have to accept things as they were. I still miss him a lot, but I have found healthier ways to honor him. Perhaps one day I will see him again