My Story

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by FrontPorchIndiana, May 11, 2008.

  1. FrontPorchIndiana

    FrontPorchIndiana Songster

    Mar 8, 2008
    When I was a wee young thing, my Dad decided it would be fun for us kids to raise a few chickens. Having been born and raised on a farm with a love for animals he wanted to share that experience with us. I fondly remember browsing the McMurray catalog trying to decide which breeds to raise. I being about eight years old, of course, wanted the funny looking ones with the wild hairdos that would lay colored eggs.

    So Dad ordered the rare breed special. The next thing you know the post office was calling and saying "Uh, you've got a package here that's peeping. Would you mind coming in and picking it up?" So we did, and thus began the adventures of our own version of a petting zoo. We eventually had chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys, peacocks, rabbits, raccoons, ferrets, goats, pigs and a pony just to name a few. It was always an adventure. Dad loved those animals and so did I.

    Many moons passed and eventually we kids grew up and moved on. Dad maintained the menagerie for a while but eventually gave it up. The barn was torn down. The barn lot returned to a real yard. But the memories of those crazy critters were ours forever.

    In 2002 my Dad was diagnosed with cancer. Towards the end of that year it was starting to look like the uphill battle may be lost. There were lots of discussions about the good old days. Like the time Tom the turkey stayed outside protecting the flock during an ice storm and we had to dig him up and bring him in the house to thaw him out. Or the time the goats chased a visiting child and when she tried to jump the fence her shoelace caught and the next thing you know she was hanging upside down. Sounds horrible, but boy was it ever funny to watch.

    We reminisced about how much we enjoyed sitting down and looking at that chicken catalog together. When we talked about it, there was a sparkle in Dad's eye that I hadn't seen in a long time. He said, "We should order a catalog." I thought, what the heck, lets order one. If the man wants a catalog by golly I'll get him one. So I did. The next time I visited he told me he'd been thinking about it a lot. He wanted to know if I had ordered it. I said yes, and I was surprised he hadn't already received it. We chatted a while and before I left I checked his mail. There was the catalog! Needless to say I extended my stay that night and we "picked out" all sorts of our favorite breeds.

    By this point, he was no longer seeking treatments and was on hospice care. The next time I visited, he sheepishly said he was going to order some chickens. They would be delivered in early March. If you could have seen the look in his eyes, you would understand why there was no way in the world I or anyone else was going to tell him he couldn't have them. So in early March of 2003 the post office called and said "You have a package here that's peeping." With my uncle's and cousin's help, he kept the chicks in a plastic kiddie swimming pool right there in the living room next to his makeshift bed. They brought him great pleasure, as chicks are awfully cute and comical at that age.

    Dad passed away March 24, 2003. It wasn't until then that we stood around scratching our heads saying, "Uh, what are we going to do with all these chickens?" Both my brother and I were living in the city at that time and we were pretty sure chickens weren't going to fly with the homeowners association (pun intended). Fortunately, my uncle graciously bailed us out and said he would keep them.

    It's been five years now. Five difficult years of living without him. My uncle is getting ready to retire. He and my aunt would like to do some traveling. We've settled in here at the farmhouse. It's time. Time for Dad's chickens to come home to roost. Time for my son and I to pick our favorite breeds. And time for our own peeping package to arrive in the mail.
    Last edited: May 11, 2008
  2. dfunnyfarm

    dfunnyfarm Songster

    Apr 2, 2008
    That was beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
  3. Standard Hen

    Standard Hen Songster

    May 17, 2007
    Your story made my Sunday morning, thanks so much for posting that. I have always said that animals are good for the soul and any child that has the opportunity to grow up with them are very lucky. [​IMG]
  4. cluckychick

    cluckychick Songster

    Mar 29, 2008
    South of KCMO
    That story was good and now I'm crying on Mom's day!

    Thank You
  5. TT

    TT Songster

    Apr 11, 2008
    Thanks for sharing your story. It was very touching and hit close to home for me. My Dad was diagnosed with cancer in December - it is in his bones. I don't know how much longer we will have him, but memories like the ones you have shared are what I hope will help us when the time comes.
  6. Barnyard

    Barnyard Addicted to Quack

    Aug 5, 2007
    Southwest Georgia
    [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] Thankyou for the tears that you made fall down my face this morning!! I loved it. That story really hit home. I lost my dad in 92 and there is not a day that goes by that I don't wish he was here and I could go back to that farm house. I am so happy you are gonna take his chickens home where they should be. Build a coop and name it after your dad!! [​IMG]
  7. SpottedCrow

    SpottedCrow Flock Goddess

    Pass the Kleenex Clucky!!!
    That's beautiful!
  8. CarriBrown

    CarriBrown Crowing

    That's a great story. It belongs in a Chicken Soup for the Chicken (or Animal) Lover's Soul book. Honestly.
    You should find out how to submit a story to them!
  9. MissPrissy

    MissPrissy Crowing

    May 7, 2007
    Forks, Virginia
    Wonderful story. All chickens do eventually come home to roost. [​IMG]
  10. asher

    asher Chicken Enabler Extraordinaire

    Jan 26, 2007
    Mountains of NC
    :aww Thank you for sharing.

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