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| Rose (who looks like she's wearing a hat), Goldie, Blanche and Henrietta |
Before September 1, 2012, it wouldn’t have occurred to me to celebrate Poultry Day. What a difference six months and nineteen days make!
I suspect Jay spent too much time reading verses in Psalms about hiding under the shadow of God’s wings, and they made him long for backyard chickens. I thought it was a phase and tried to wait him out. When he brought up the subject, I’d respond cryptically by quoting random bird verses like Job 39:13, “The ostrich flaps her wings grandly, but they are no match for the feathers of the stork.” I’d raise one eyebrow, nod mysteriously, and wander off.
It didn’t work.
Gradually, Jay wore me down. I finally told him, “I don’t like birds, and I don’t like eggs, but I do like you. So, if you’re determined to bring chickens into our life...” I generously added, “I’ll somehow try to cope.” Well, he never heard the last part because he was already in the yard building a coop. A couple months later, I became a reluctant chicken mommy to four Golden Comet biddies.
Recently, I showed Jay a beautiful ring on Etsy.com of a nest with eggs. Even though Poultry Day was clearly marked on our calendar, there was no nest ring waiting for me.
Is it too much to ask to expect a man to remember my birthday, our anniversary, and Poultry Day?
Verse of the day: (Eph 4:2) "...with longsuffering, bearing with one another in love..." even if they want backyard chickens.
