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ground hogs and roosters

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On this day of the groundhog, I must write something about the rooster. As I have written, I have chickens. I love “keeping” them. I love getting baby chicks and caring for them as they grow and then developing a bit of “relationship” with them as hens. I love the different colors and kinds and feathers and shapes and I love the fresh eggs.

Anyway, I accidentally have a rooster now. This rooster’s job is to protect the hens and he is one scary dude! I have what has been declared, by me, a “rooster protection stick” by each outside door because he comes after me with hostility each time he hears the door slam – only me, never never my husband, just me??? He scares me and sometimes I hate him but I know he is doing his very important job so, I live with his rules. The last rooster I had actually gave his life to protect his flock from a predator – they do not back off from threats to their flock! Anyway, I have learned a lot from this little barnyard microcosm of mine and last night, I learned something new; roosters are not monogamous.

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I have 2 chicken coops, henhouses, and he lives in the bigger coop with the older hens, this is where he has been since he was 1 day old, this is his flock. Well, last night when I went to close up the coops, the rooster was in the other coop with the “younger” girls. I had to chuckle and share…I have always looked to the natural world for answers and with that in mind, what conclusions could I draw?  

Happy Groundhog Day

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There are no answers. We spend our lives asking questions but no one has been able to come up with the answer key. Minds far greater than mine have thought and pondered and died…never returning to let us know if they were right. I suppose that is why really old people, at least the ones that have been observant, are great sources of wisdom and while they don’t have “the answers”, they can make better assumptions. There are messages in their stories and lessons from their lives, but who even listens – youth is being carelessly spent on  worldly things.
 It can be so Shakespearean…
Macbeth:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
ok, this is deep and dark and Shakespeare is scary and tragic…I will take the antithesis of this projection and flood my day with light.

I have a lot of questions today; it is a day without a job, a day to be with my thoughts…here’s one I ask myself: 
 Not now, so, when?
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