i am a firm believer in the power of being outside.
this is no secret.
but sometimes i doubt myself and wonder
if it really makes that much of a difference.
combine outside with chickens
and a plaid jacket
and there is joy.
there is laughter.
there is connection.
you can see the stress roll off of her shoulders
and the years drop away.
there is something
that goes on with us when we head outdoors and really
experience it fully.
chickens help with that.
especially ones that let you hold them.
leaning over the railing of a boat
being pelted by Niagara Falls
help with that.
laughing so hard as the water streams down your face and your hair
and you can't do anything but accept the fierceness of the spray.
i still split into a wide grinned smile just thinking
about that little boat ride.
worth. every. penny.
and the chickens - no wonder she doesn't eat them
they seem to have bonded.