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Babies!
When I sat down that morning, I was very surprised to see an e-mail from Kathy! I hadn't heard from her in over a month, and I had been holding off on communicating with her so she didn't feel like she had inherited a stalker along with two roosters. Though I reaaaaaaally wanted to ask her at least once a week about the boys.
When I opened up the e-mail, the first thing I saw was the title, which made my heart almost stop in my chest : "Goldbert's a Daddy!". I recovered from my shock enough to scroll down, and Kathy had written me a very cheerful message that started out by showing me just how much my little Goldie the Conquerer had grown:
I couldn't believe my eyes! I know that every mother always sees her children as children, but I was not prepared for jumping from remembering him at 9 weeks, and then seeing this hunk of manliness on my screen! And chasing a girl no less!
"GAH!" said my internal mommy voice. But she quickly changed her tune to "Ooooo I'm so proud of how handsome he is!" All the while, my realistic inner voice opined "Does she realize that she didn't give birth to him, and is in no way responsible for his handsomeness?. To which my inner voice of pride replied "Shush! Man, we're an awesome mom!". Finally, a new inner voice I'd never heard from before spoke up: "Did someone mention grandkids back there?"
This caused a full stop on the peanut gallery in my head, and I feverishly scrolled down the e-mail. It was short and simple message that Kathy typed, but one that will warm my heart for the rest of my life: "It's twins!"
I am not able to deny the fact that I got teary-eyed looking at these two precious bundles of fluffyness. This felt like a momentous moment, the culmination of so much heart and effort to make a difference in one life; which spread to a difference in two more little lives.
Goldbert had started life with almost every single odd stacked against him: He was a hatchery bird, which could have landed him in a commercial facility. He was a boy resulting from a hybridization specifically done to produce high capacity laying hens, making him useless. Any baby that he produced would not be guarenteed to be a good layer, and wouldn't be sexable at birth like he was, making him unattractive to hobby breeders. His kind is usually thrown away at birth, unwanted and unwelcome.
But Goldbert had conquered all of those terrible odds. He'd snuck his way into a very small order for an amateur chicken owner with a very soft heart. And then he'd charmed a total stranger into taking him in and getting to know his unique and goofy personality. From that point, charming the local hens must have been childsplay.
I can only imagine what my little Goldie will turn to conquering next...
When I sat down that morning, I was very surprised to see an e-mail from Kathy! I hadn't heard from her in over a month, and I had been holding off on communicating with her so she didn't feel like she had inherited a stalker along with two roosters. Though I reaaaaaaally wanted to ask her at least once a week about the boys.
When I opened up the e-mail, the first thing I saw was the title, which made my heart almost stop in my chest : "Goldbert's a Daddy!". I recovered from my shock enough to scroll down, and Kathy had written me a very cheerful message that started out by showing me just how much my little Goldie the Conquerer had grown:
I couldn't believe my eyes! I know that every mother always sees her children as children, but I was not prepared for jumping from remembering him at 9 weeks, and then seeing this hunk of manliness on my screen! And chasing a girl no less!
"GAH!" said my internal mommy voice. But she quickly changed her tune to "Ooooo I'm so proud of how handsome he is!" All the while, my realistic inner voice opined "Does she realize that she didn't give birth to him, and is in no way responsible for his handsomeness?. To which my inner voice of pride replied "Shush! Man, we're an awesome mom!". Finally, a new inner voice I'd never heard from before spoke up: "Did someone mention grandkids back there?"
This caused a full stop on the peanut gallery in my head, and I feverishly scrolled down the e-mail. It was short and simple message that Kathy typed, but one that will warm my heart for the rest of my life: "It's twins!"
I am not able to deny the fact that I got teary-eyed looking at these two precious bundles of fluffyness. This felt like a momentous moment, the culmination of so much heart and effort to make a difference in one life; which spread to a difference in two more little lives.
Goldbert had started life with almost every single odd stacked against him: He was a hatchery bird, which could have landed him in a commercial facility. He was a boy resulting from a hybridization specifically done to produce high capacity laying hens, making him useless. Any baby that he produced would not be guarenteed to be a good layer, and wouldn't be sexable at birth like he was, making him unattractive to hobby breeders. His kind is usually thrown away at birth, unwanted and unwelcome.
But Goldbert had conquered all of those terrible odds. He'd snuck his way into a very small order for an amateur chicken owner with a very soft heart. And then he'd charmed a total stranger into taking him in and getting to know his unique and goofy personality. From that point, charming the local hens must have been childsplay.
I can only imagine what my little Goldie will turn to conquering next...
