I should be working on a spread sheet right now. But... here I am, reviving a blog I haven't touched in months. Why? Well... a little back story. My mother in law, Alma, has been on a liver transplant list for over a year. What this means is for the past 6 months, we have been waiting for "the call" - at which point, we pack up our lives and head to San Francisco until she is out of the woods... 3, 4, 8 weeks? Who knows. Well, the night before last... it happened. Guillermo (my husband), flew down on the next flight - and I have been working for the past 24 hours to make all other logistics happen so that our farm plot, home, two dogs, 50+ chickens, and grad school work are covered during this transition. This - is why community is amazing.
Yesterday morning, I was up at 4 am with my head spinning with details. And then... around 6 am... I heard the strangest noise. I opened my window to be sure. Yes. That was certainly a crowing noise coming from inside our chicken coop. Of the eight egg layers we have living in this coop behind our house, 3 of them are nearing three years old, and the rest at least a year. I KNOW they are all females, I have seen each one of them laying in their boxes. But there it was, the sound of a young rooster that hasn't fully mastered the Cock-a-doodle-doo... more like... Cock-a-doo! Rhythmic, with the morning sunrise, and definitely coming from inside our chicken coop.
Growing up on a farm that was open to the public three months a year, we became accustomed to suburban folk dropping off poultry in the middle of the night when the cute experiment started shitting all over. So I approached the hen house thinking... is this some kind of joke? Did someone really put an adolescent rooster in our coop?! But no... the same eight ladies came flying out when I opened the door. None of them telling on each other.
So. There it is. Nothing is as it seems. Life is full of mystery. A liver found a second chance at life, and so did Alma.
I best get to my todo list if we are going to hit the road in the morning.
