Warning: I’m wordy lately. Hope you make it to the end of this post.
Meet one of my chickens. She doesn’t have a name but she’s an Easter Egger. I have 11 of this breed, they will lay blue, green and even pink shelled eggs. I adore their markings, the way their feathers lay and look outlined. Many times they are sold as Ameracauna or Araucana. My spelling may be off on those two a little.
Moral of the story is, I bought them as Ameracauna’s. They are actually Easter Eggers. Broken down, easter egger means they lay different colored eggs.
I like the tufts around their cheeks, and the way their neck feathers flare back.
By now you might be asking yourself, “Why is she going on about chickens?!” …. read on …
Great title isn’t it? Especially when you’re doing everything you can possibly think of to keep from crawling back under a rock and succumbing to the darkness of depression. I think I’m “floating” again, to some extent anyway.
As a wonderful friend told me once, “Rose, I just can’t believe how things happen for your family. It’s not just little things but actual life changing events!” How right is that one simple statement?
That sticks in my mind, along with the millions of other things bouncing against my skull.
I suppose some of you may have noticed I have been missing, not posting. Secret is, I have lurked in the shadows. Peeking in now and again to see what’s going on. Living under a rock at home, staying to myself. Depression is a battle, a hard one. And it’s one that many people won’t or don’t want to talk about. What exactly do you say? Hey, I’m depressed. I’m living in a dark hole, want to come in? Never mind, you can’t come in, I don’t want you in my space.
Uh, no. Because I don’t want anyone to come in, so to speak. I don’t want my “bubble” invaded. I don’t like for things to change. I suppose I have deep issues, heck I don’t know. I have tried self-help tricks and tips and all other sorts of things. Obviously, it didn’t work. I do however see a psychiatrist and no I’m not ashamed or embarrassed by that.
I have had laptop issues, technology seems to despise me lately. But when I wasn’t having laptop issues, I was having ‘me’ issues. I know, it’s not the best choice of words to explain it.
A couple of self-help tactics I have tried to combat depression is gardening, flowers and veggies. It helped some but it flares up other health issues then one feeds the other and I’m tossed backwards. Perhaps trying to do too much at once? I’m not sure.
Then I have sewing, felt crafts, making lap quilts, embroidery and some games. Not all at once of course. Seems I can’t keep myself on a single task. I have lots of little projects going that would be really neat once finished. I’d probably find great pride in that. I get started then lose my oomph.
My newest tactic is chickens.
Yup. Chickens. You know, the ones that lay eggs and such? We have had chickens before but I didn’t really take much of an interest in them, at least not like I have this time.
The variety of breeds and personalities and coloring … oh my! Just an abundance. I could sit and watch them all day. They don’t talk back or invade my “bubble”. They just do their own thing and as long as I toss them some feed and fresh water they are happy little critters for the most part. My husband helps me A LOT with the chicken project. That man has GOT to love me. 🙂
Ever wonder what a hen looks like when it’s laying an egg? Watch for my next post tomorrow. It’s kind of comical.