Flew the Coop

I grew up in a village. I had street lights, sidewalks, close neighbors, etc. I loved this and being so close to everything. Never, never, never was I going to live in a country setting. How would I see around my yard at night with no street light? What if my car broke down and I needed to walk to get milk? There are just so many what ifs!!
Dave and I married and moved to another village setting where we had sidewalks, stores right near us, and I was super close to the mall and Target. These are very important things when you have an item you need quickly, like a new shirt, or a CD, or new a picture for your wall. I know....these really aren't emergency items, but it was great just knowing I could get these items and be back to my house within an hour or less.

My lovely husband has always talked about someday living in the country or having a farm and I would just smile and say "uh uh, no way!" He kept doing this and doing this. A few years after we were married we decided that we wanted a 4-wheeler and found not only one, but two for sale together and they were soooo nice. So on a whim, we bought them both. Now....here's the problem - we didn't really have anywhere to ride them. So, we did the only logical thing that we could think of: We purchased a piece of land in the country for recreational purposes. It was great. We had bonfires, rode the 4 wheelers, had cookouts, people came over, watched lightning bugs, used the woods as a restroom - there's nothing like teaching your 3 year old to go potty in the woods. We soon found ourselves rushing home from work to change quickly, hook up the trailer with the 4 wheelers on the back and take off for our land in the country. We all loved it!!!! We would drag ourselves back home in the evening after packing up and do it all again the next day.

This only went on for a short while, before we decided that it would be much better if we could step outside our house and just ride the 4-wheeler, or have a bonfire without having to load up the car and the kids and drive 25 minutes. Wait a minute! Did I just voluntarily say that I wanted to live in the country. This was crazy. I knew what had happened - Dave must have been brainwashing me the whole time. This was all his fault.

Well, a few months later, we were moving into our house in the country with our 2 dogs and rabbit. But I was not going to have a farm. That's ridiculous. Dave kept on mentioning how we should have chickens and goats some day. Yeah right!! I'm not taking care of farm animals. Yeah, like I'm really going to go out, put my rubber boots on to ride the tractor and trip over a wandering chicken? That's crazy talk.

The brainwashing must have been happening again, because this is the newest addition to our land and I actually agreed to it. Never in a million years would I have ever guessed that I would someday live in a house in the country and see chickens wandering about. Dave knows how much I love to paint things and he actually used that as a bargaining tool to get me to agree to the coop. "honey, it's not painted yet, so you get to paint it." It worked, I'm picking up the paint today to paint it this weekend. We have officially lost our minds and flew the coop......or you could just say that we now own a chicken coop.







Oh, here's a little fun thing: How to draw a cartoon baby chick.


Have fun!