I’ve decided that I will start living my life like Buffy.
Because I think that would be a cool thing to do.
Buffy takes what she gets. Sure she kicks up a ruckus when things don’t go exactly as planned. But she makes do. And eventually accepts things as they are.
Buffy marches to her own drummer. She is not like others of her kind. She knows her own mind and is not afraid to voice it.
Buffy does not let sadness rule her life. She has faced tremendous loss over the past several weeks but her life goes on as usual. She does not wallow in her sadness. She rejoices in what she finds each day.
OK. Yes. Buffy is a chicken.
But I have bonded with her over the last several weeks and now we are like sisters.
Sure Buffy gets mad when I take the wrong kind of treat for her. Even though wonderful people like Tammy over at Flat Creek Farms sent me a comprehensive list of chicken treats, Buffy does not like half the things on the list it says that chickens like. And I never quite suppressed my heebie-jeebies enough to give her cooked chicken or eggs. That is just wrong on so many levels. Don’t believe me? Click here to read the list Tammy sent me!
Buffy has not let the loss of her four sisters deter her from finding joy. She is still willing to squawk, flap her wings and follow me around the yard trying to stand on my foot in spite of her broken heart.
This morning was my last morning with Buffy (or the “Little Fryer” as Mr. Jenny likes to call her).
Don’t worry. Buffy didn’t die.
Her family is coming home tonight so my services will no longer be needed.
But I just wanted to memorialize my time spent with her.
And I swear when I said my usual goodbye to her today which is…
“Goodbye Buffy, I’m getting the flock out of here now”…. I swear I saw a tear drip down her beak.
I couldn’t look back to be sure.
Sometimes when something is over it is just time to make your eggscape and go.
To flap your wings and head for that great chicken coop in the sky.
Get someone else to cup your grapes from now on.
And I promise if your humans invite us to dinner we won’t come if there is chicken on the menu.
PS. If you are new to my blog and have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about...well...welcome to my blog. In most posts I am intelligent and brief and very philosophical. This post is just an aberration. And if you would like to know more about Buffy you can click here to read a little of her history.