The Wabi-Sabi House got a very special visit yesterday and I am still basking in the adorableness of it all.
My dear friend Emily and her precious family are moving to China soonish.
She needed a home for her beloved hens and it just so happened that I was in the market for some new ladies!
(We had a rare and devastating raccoon attack last summer ((in broad daylight!)). We lost 2 of our oldest and dearest ladies plus 4 teenagers. It was SO shocking and sad sad sad.)
Re-homing her ladies presented a teeny problem though - Emily owns a hippie pre-school and her tiny charges are in love with the chikkins.
These chikkins are a huge part of their day with the children collecting eggs, giving kisses and hugs, taking care of the coop and just being awesome to the chikkins in general.
How to lovingly let the chikkins go so that Emily can start getting ready for a huge move while still being respectful and loving to the children?
Ring up Mama Holt, that's how, suckers!
Oh, yes, I'd love to have 5 new ladies and Oh, Super YES, I'd love for you all to come over for a good-by ceremony!
So we did!
The babes came over and played in the yard, loved on the chikkins, loved on Gus, jumped on the tramp, hunted for rouge eggs and had an all-around wonderful time.
My Mama heart was just a bursting with joy!
The chikkins took right to my yard, surprisesuprise.
It's pretty much chikkin nirvana here.
I stayed outside with them most of the day just to make sure that all was well and to see everyone settled in nicely.
Watching chikkins is one the most entertaining things a person can do, I think.
I mean that.
They are just endlessly fascinating. Ask anyone who has them, they'll tell you the same.
Right, y'all? You chikkin owners, tell them!
My 2 ladies ignored the interlopers most of the day.
There was one fascinating moment when Emily's alpha hen strutted over to my girls while they were eating and she just shoved her way in there.
My girls, Lanell and Melba, gave her a big dose of what for in a medium way.
That bird just took it and took it and took it.
She never did walk off. Just waited until they quit, shook her feathers and sauntered off.
You know what she was saying?
That's it, bitches. I let you at me one time. One time. That's it. You ever touch me again and I'll crack your egg ass up.
I bet that's what happens too. I bet that new chikkin becomes head chikkin.
We stayed out with them until dusk when it was time to head into the coop. The new girls were getting restless wondering where they were gonna sleep. (Been there, done that myself, ladies. Heeeeee.)
My girls went in first and then we gently herded the new girls in.
Lanell pitched a holy shit fit, but I stayed in there for a long time shushing her and helping everyone find a place.
She finally shut up and I sat down in the barely-dark to drink my wine and make sure everything stayed calm.
The yard was full of fireflies.
The house behind me had some really fantastic guy on the guitar who played for about an hour.
(My neighbor, Bruce, is a music producer and we often get treated to backyard jams. HEAVEN.)
I just sat out there with Cricket, Artemis and Gus at my feet. Magical light show happening. Glen Hansard style music playing.
It was so freaking perfect that I got all teary.
That's what life is all about to me these days.
Not the big things, but those gorgeous, unplanned moments where everything is just simple and right.
I wish you had been there.
You'd have loved it too.
The simple life.
PS Say Jackrabbit for luck today.