Christmas & chickens memories and thoughts



Now that I'm sick (mainly tired) in bed I had to think back to my mother, who kept chickens for a large part of her life. First, she explained, as a lucrative livelihood. Later after I was born she stopped doing that commercially because it was no longer profitable. But we still had some chickens . Because my sister was scared or attacked by a rooster we had free range bantam chickens, during my childhood, for ourselves and for family.
When my brother took over the farm we moved next door and she retired, A chicken coop and a large run were build brand new for about 6 chickens.
Years later when she moved to a retirement home in the center of the village, she continued to visit the piece of land where she had the chickens and a vegetable garden. She went there every day as long as she had chickens. First on the bicycle and later on the mobility scooter, when she started to suffer from pain in her knees.
I suppose this history of myself is why I was attracted and followed Shadrach's perseverance all along. Because it is so dear to my heart that he takes care of chickens that are not even his own, almost every day, through weather and wind (a Dutch saying),.
I hope Shadrach that when this story of the ex batts is closed in a few months, you will find a place close to your flat like my mother had. One with a real shed and nice owners where you can shelter in bad weather.