That is the theme song around our house these days. Our baby chicks are growing wings. In a matter of hours, their soft downy coat slowly is turning into flyable (maybe I meant viable) feathers. Thanks David for setting up their home, because you nailed it. The temperature is just right, they have enough food and water and they are safe. Boy are they ever cute, too. If it weren't for the constant danger of them pooping all over my clothes, I would want to hold one all the time. Expect for maybe when I'm preparing food, or sleeping, or, well, you know when else. I was telling David the other day that I love having the chickens, because it is our first major step toward living within our ideals. Who knows, some day we may be "off the grid" (GASP). Those people are some weird hippies!
A few days ago, I was encouraged by Christmas music. I am beginning to fall more and more in love with good Christmas music. My favorite album currently is any of the Sufjan Stevens ones. If you haven't heard about them, you need to. The words were "Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice" and he was singing it like he was savoring his favorite kind of chocolate. I just closed my eyes and rejoiced. It was awesome.
Until the next harvest
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