I was in the chicken house saying good morning to our chickens and bringing them vegetable scraps from the kitchen.
“Good morning girls” I said as I walked in.
They met me with a lot of noise and came running to check and see what their breakfast would include. As I tossed the vegetables into the ground I continued to chat with them.
“Are you having a good morning?” I asked.
I walked towards the water bucket to dump it and get fresh water. I walked past one of the chickens who got scared and rather than running she stomped her feet in place and then squatted down. I have had chickens for most of my life, I was raised on a farm and then made the conscious choice to continue farming. I had seen chickens do this many times before and it always made me laugh but today it hit me differently. I stopped and looked at her, she was squatting on the ground and shaking a little making it clear that she was nervous. What an ironic presentation. I am scared so I will freeze in place and have a dramatic body presentation to show you how scared I am. I stood looking at her, “I am not going to hurt you baby, I am just getting you fresh water” I said. Eventually, she stood back up and walked away to find more leftovers from our kitchen, yet I still stood still watching her and pondering what she was showing me. How often in life do we have fear that makes us paralyzed? How often do we stop in our tracks and hunker down in place, shaking but not actually protecting ourselves? How often do we put our lives on hold, stand still in life and shake? How often is the universe bringing us fresh, cold, yummy water to drink and we are paralyzed in fear?
