Today is moving day!
The big chickens are moving to their summer home on wheels and the big-baby chickens are moving to the coop. Getting the big girls out to the field with the lure of scratch (aka chicken crack) was easy enough, but when the sun started to sink they went back to their routine. They wanted to go back to the safety of their coop and not into the luxury accommodations that had just been built for them. There was abundance in fresh grass, insects, and expanse all around them; there was a safe, clean space to nest and roost, but they were not having it.
It took a solid 90 minutes of catching, carrying, and soothing to get them to bed last night. Tucked safely in their “Chickshaw” surrounded by solar powered electric fencing they finally settled in. When I went to the field at 5 am to let them out of their new hotel suite they welcomed the morning and the fresh grass as if it was their norm. Fingers crossed for nesting time this morning.
The next task was to move the big baby chicks to the now vacant chicken coop. These little girls enjoyed their first week of life in the kitchen before moving to the basement waiting for warmer weather. Although they have all the space they need, it’s a basement with minimal sunlight and not the best view the PWH has to offer. That said, there is a lot of comfort in staying in the place that you know. The familiar has countless benefits; there is food, water, shelter, companionship, and if that’s all you know that’s totally enough.
As I scooped up the first of 9 sweet, but reluctant little girls and headed up the stone stairs into the sunlight, I found myself encouraging her to look around at how beautiful it is outside; the sun, the grass, the wind, the trees. Then I shared the expansive-in-comparison new home where there is plenty to eat, drink, and more room than she will ever need. I was even excited to tell her to just wait because in a week I’m going to open the door revealing a giant run that is still safe and protected from predators and foul weather but huge just the same.
Feeling the excitement sprinkled with peace and trust myself I went on to assure her (and her 8 sisters on 8 subsequent trips from the basement to the coop) that I had thought of everything and that I had BIG PLANS for her; that she could trust me with her future and her life because I’m generous and benevolent and have prepared great things for her so she can be the best version of her little hen self.
My heart was overflowing with gratitude knowing that God is speaking the same reassurance to my heart as he lovingly guides me to what is next; to this expansive place where I don’t have to worry about all that I need because he’s already provided it in abundance.
Trust the process, trust the benevolence of the Universe that is conspiring on your behalf. It’s going to be immeasurably more that all you could have asked for or imagined. And so it is.