We did it, so why can’t I do it? It worked before…I’m not a wimp…and this can be done! I set my mind to it and I moved forward to raise chickens again. Easy enough, we did it before. The second phase cage was old, homemade, heavy and awkward even with the John Deere (tractor). With my can-do attitude I managed to pull ALL the muscles in my body until I got the stupid cage near the cottage. I knew I had over stepped my physical capabilities by a factor of 1000 or more. So, no big deal I just won’t do anything tomorrow, that’s because I am too sore to move. I am sure I would never ask anyone else to do that alone, but I won’t ask for help either. Why not? you ask, because I don’t want to become a burden to anyone, I’m not old and frail; I’m healthy and strong-like-ox (insert manly grunt here). Boy, can I stretch the truth here or what? My mind is talking not my body. I hurt again just typing this out. Lesson not yet learned.
Here is the visual…picture this: Blocks need to go under this cage which is about 50#s or 70#s about 6 feet long and perhaps 3 feet Deep and high. OK no problem, I got metal chair and a heavy shovel, tip the chair use it for leverage and the shovel picks up the cage. Great job! Now I can hold that cage up and all I need is another person to put the block under the cage. There is no way I can be 2 people. I argue with myself on how I can do this job. There was no easy way it was going to happen, I was going to get hurt again and I knew it. So I tossed the chair and shovel aside and lifted the cage with my right arm and struggled to pull the 30# block under the corner with my left hand. This was yet another lesson for this stupid stubborn moron who refused to ask for help. Will I forgive myself, yes and I will take day off again. I am just a little hard on myself and I have to eventually stop that or God will allow me to do something really harmful and I will be forced to wait for help. You know I don’t want that! So, I will try…no not really…not yet I won’t.
The chickens are getting big and I tried to build a nesting box group, which ended up being too heavy. My construction skills and physical strength were too limited to complete the task successfully. There I was holding a massive, oversized nesting box trying to get legs under it. Again, I needed more carpentry skills than I had…and two more hands.
We had chickens in this donkey barn before and they were just fine so I got three chickens (from the original 6) and brought them to the new home with lots of space. By morning I had 1 ¾ chickens left. Looks like I forgot one big thing, the donkeys kept other animals out of the barn so the chickens were safe then. But the donkeys are gone now and a weasel ate one chicken and took the entire wing from another. Guilt filled my heart now—I was at fault for this pain. I wouldn’t ask for help and animals had to suffer. Did I finally learn my lesson? Yes.
Now I have a chicken with one wing and a prayer. She is alive and doing well considering one wing is gone. Is this chicken me? She made it through some unexpected terrible circumstances, she is alive, but a portion of her is missing; and always will be, there will be no flying, there will be a new life path. I guess we will see what happens to my chicken as I decide what to call her and her friend. With a review of the situation and the sound of a crow I guess we have a Lucky and Lucy combination here.
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