Sometimes you gotta give up the life you have, to get the life you want.
And no, I didn't make that up myself. I wish I did though!
And no, those are not my chickens. I have a story coming here. Peeps, I'm wondering if I'm cut out for country life. Seriously.
The other night I was on the phone with the realtor. Dave starts yelling at me to "get out here....call the neighbors." A huge German Shepherd ran their cat up a tree (it missed getting it by about six inches) and then started after their chickens. I quickly got off the phone, called the neighbors who were on the other side of town, and we started chasing the German Shepherd away. The dog actually had a chicken in it's mouth, but he dropped it when we yelled and started running after it. Now peeps, I do not run. I have big boobs. Big boobed women do not run well.
Then the dog went after another chicken.
I took off running and yelling.
Lordy do you know how long it's been since I last ran...or yelled? Me either.
There were a lot of feathers.
There were still 11 chickens out there hiding in the woods.
I scared the dog off! He took off running through the field.
My Shug said, "man you can really yell!"
I was afraid for those chicks!
No one got hurt and when the neighbors came pulling in the driveway, the other chickens came out of the woods. It was so cute
And later that evening, the neighbor came over and thanked us with these lovely eggs as a gift!
He said nary a word, by the way, when he pulled up with his tractor. He just shook his head.
Then I decided since it was sunny out, for once, I would get into my beehives. When I was by the garage, getting my bee gear, I heard the raccoon again. So I sent my Shug a text. "I hear coon in soffit"
I gotta tell ya, my Shug was not in the best of moods when he came home from work. Not to worry. He did not fire that gun. Instead of sitting there waiting, he went to the neighbors house to return his ball and hitch from the back of the truck (that they put on to pull me out of the mud) and they gave him a much needed beer. He returned in a good mood. Apparently, I was the talk of the neighborhood. Everyone needs people to laugh with.
But...as I was unloading bee gear, I was thinking....if I were in town,
I'd be living in a house, not a room.
I wouldn't be trying to get a MOTHER AND HER BABIES out of our soffitt.
I wouldn't be stuck in the mud because I wouldn't be moving bricks.
I wouldn't be chasing chicks or dogs.
I'd probably be relaxing, sitting, drinking this wine that I bought for the label. I have no idea if it's any good. I was too tired last night to drink it. I went to bed and slept through the entire night.
But I gotta ask...am I cut out for this country life?