Chicken Bliss

It's hard to explain. These girls send me into a chicken bliss oblivion. Notice the wine on top of the chicken house...It's very relaxing to just sit and watch them peck, scratch, and strut. It just is. If you don't understand, then I apologize. It just is.

The farmers market was just so-so today. I sold some soap and I got a huge compliment and I also got a huge insult. All in a day's work, right? Why is it necessary to tell the vendor that there is nothing that smells good to you? Why not just smile and move on? I asked her, What do you like? and she said, "Sweet spices like ginger and cinnamon." No citrus? No herbs? Okay then, that was one in about 500 customers...every other one I can remember has raved about the beautiful herbal smells...so...like a duck's feathers, let it roll off, Deb. Let it go. Go...now...now! Oh that is so hard, for some reason.

After wards my Taxman and I pulled an acre of 3' tall weeds here and there in our yard. But the best part was when I rolled the chicken tractor up next to the veggie garden and opend one end of the fencing and then opened up the chicken tractor door so the girls could strut their stuff with me while I pulled weeds.

Chicken bliss, I tell you...chicken bliss. I love them, I do.