A Heart, Head and Hen Story

Posted By on March 5, 2012

Sometimes being a working parent, I can be so practical: living in my head, planning, organizing, etc. This is a story of my surrender to my heart instead.

Beaky was one of our 1st chicks. We raised her from when she was 3 days old. She can be seen in our family photos in the gentle hands of my children or on their shoulders next to their smiling faces. Last year Beaky turned 5 years old. A friend wanted some chickens to help her dig in her garden so I offered her Beaky and a couple of other hens. Beaky rarely laid an egg then.

That friend contacted me last week and told me she was moving and asked if there was another place for Beaky to go. I knew just the place, another kind and friendly home. As I drove over with my children to pick Beaky up, I was met with pleads to keep her and not give her away again. “Why?” They would ask again and again.

As responsible parents often do, I thought about the cost of organic chicken feed, and the space in the coop, and how Beaky probably wouldn’t lay very much for us. It didn’t make practical sense.

On that 15 min. drive, my heart, who was now growing bolder everyday, expressed her voice too. Reminding me of my children nurturing their beloved Beaky. How we all looked upon her as the grandma of all the chickens. Remembering the times she protected the young chicks who were over pecked. Keeping the aggressive hens in their place and maintaining social peace in the hen house.

Why is it that when a beloved member of the family, who contributed so much in her life, is sent away because she is no longer productive? You probably can guess what happened at the end of the drive.

When we looked at Beaky in the yard, I burst out, “Let’s bring Beaky home.”

My children cheered, “YAY! Beaky Su-Parker is coming home!”

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Relearning to be as curious as a young child.

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