Thank Goddess, Buddha, Jesus, and “insert appropiate diety here”. I discovered Eckhart Tolles book, “A New Earth”.
I’ll tell you, I can drive myself completely insane, in a matter of seconds, once my mind wraps around a negative idea. Fear paralyzes me and then I play the victim role and then all hell breaks loose.
Every since I bought my chickees, I’ve had a voice (ego) in the back of my head saying, “It’s probably illegal to have chickens. You probably misunderstood the codes.” I read the bulletin over and over, and then forgot to call the county before I bought the girls. I worked myself into a frenzy worrying and repeatedley asking Mark, “What if it’s illegal, and we misunderstood the bulletin?”
Today, we finally made contact with a real live county person and sure ’nuff, we’re legal chicken farmers!
I don’t just do this with chickens and chicken laws. I can do this with anything. You name it–I’ll find a reason to fret about it. Go on, try me!
Although, now that I’m becoming AWARE of the games my mind (ego) likes to play with me, I’m starting to settle down. Not only am I settling down, but I’m finding new pleasures in life. More on that later.
In the meantime, the damn sky aint falling, and the girls are staying!
ABOVE (clockwise from back left row to front left):
Lucille Ball stands the tallest, Ethel is beside her, Sean Junior (don’t ask) in front of Ethel, and last but not least, is Little Edie.
ABOVE: Lucy- Rhode Island red (my little hawk)
ABOVE: Sean Junior (who had better be a hen)- Gold Laced Wyandotte
I still need closeups of the girls below:
Little Edie-Black Sexlink
Ethel- Black Sexlink