birds of a feather
I know this is going to date me somewhat, but what the hell...I can't help thinking about that line from Ghostbusters, when Bill Murray talks about the end of the world. He says something about dogs and cats living together. It was funny. Why did I bring that up? It just seems to sum up my life lately. At any given moment during the day, I can open the back door to find chickens, turkeys, and yes, even dogs and cats hanging out... together.
And just the other day the turkeys decided they no longer wanted to go into their pen at night. No, they would much rather perch on the front porch with the chickens. So now I have ten more birds sleeping on the furniture on the front porch. And for some reason, it just seems right. Even if it's a little odd to see three juvenile chickens cuddled up with a bunch of juvenile turkeys. Kids will be kids, right?
And my makeshift nesting box (formerly a cat carrier) on the front porch has seen a lot of action lately, as all the chickens have adopted it as egg central. Oh, except for that one chicken that lays her eggs in the flowerpot by the door. But you can't always control everything, right? Now if we could just catch the fox, or neighborhood cat, or whatever it is that's been taking the odd chicken here and there, I think I could relax.
For now I guess I'll just have to be glad they're all sticking together. On my porch. Making a mess, but safe and sound. It's the little things that matter.
Until the next time...I'll be cleaning the porch, again.