With the price of things rising, I thought I’d do some research into how to feed chickens naturally, or at least, less expensively. First, an explanation: feeding chickens seems an odd thing to post on this old dusty site that I thought I’d one day use for writing. But it’s here, it’s built, and I need to write again. Another explanation: almost 7 months ago, I broke my finger – bones or tendons, I don’t really know, as I refused an expensive MRI after waiting months before seeing a doctor (which didn’t make a difference, but did assure me the bones weren’t fusing as poorly as I imagined).
Breaking my finger – let’s just call it that, for simplicity – was a bit scary in that I wondered if I would ever be able to type again. I think only our eldest son grasped what that meant to me, as he’d broken his left hand in college and wondered the same for a time. Only now, 7 months later, am I able to type with that hand (two fingers were injured, and the upper palm, but since hand tendons are connected throughout, the whole hand was affected and was mostly useless). My pointer finger can bend halfway now, in a rather perfect typing pose. Since it can’t close further, I still don’t know if I’ll ever be able to milk a cow or knit or unscrew a cap on a bottle, but I’m not worrying over those yet.
I’m just grateful to be able to type again.
That’s why I’m here, writing about chickens.
We’re about to move onto our homestead. I feel like everyone is probably saying under their breath, “We’ll believe that when we see it,” which is fair. We’ve had so many set-backs and change-of-plans, that even I sometimes wonder if it’ll ever happen.
But we are closer to getting there – we have an RV, a solar panel, a place to put things – and now, I’m thinking of chickens and how to feed them without relying on the feed store.
So here, on this site that I built for flowery, beautiful, inspiring words — I’m writing about chickens. And that’s okay. Chickens are where I’m at right now; they’re what’s on my mind. What’s better: an empty site while I wait for the “flowery, beautiful, inspiring” muse to visit? Or, earthy, natural, glean-what-you-will words as I write during the journey?
I know what I’d rather you do – I’d rather you write now, not later, when you have it all figured out. Well, I also hope you’ll write then – definitely then, too – but now as well.
I think I’ll end this here, as it went where I didn’t expect, and is too long now to be of use for anyone looking for how to feed chickens in the 19th century.
It’s nice to be back. I thank God – truly – for healthy fingers that can type. We must not take such things for granted.