Oh chickens! My chickens

By Caroline West

You come running to me and surround me.

You hear my chant “Ooomm namah shivaya” & you know I have the goods!

I count on you as you count on me.

There are few surprises.

I love your noises, the “bock bocks” and “brrrraaughs” the “buh-CACK”ings of your laying.

I know what each sound means.

I am comforted.

Thank you for surrounding me.

I know you want what’s in the tubs.

Thank you for your reprimands, I am chided.

Thank you for the eggs.

I am nourished.

I live in a new life that includes serving chickens and a spoiled cat. They are my masters, in this new life at the sanctuary, created by the love of the rest of my life, Steve.