...In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love....
~"Locksley Hall" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A young man's fancy may turn to thoughts of love, but mine turns to thoughts of dirt
and young plants
and stakes, trellises,
and hope----hope for rain.
Lots of it.
Gentle and quiet
Torrential amounts with thunder and lightning and wind.
We just need rain.
This Spring my thoughts will also turn toward chicks.
My hens are not laying regularly and they are aging.
It's time for them to retire, take it easy and let new girls take the job.
Before long, I'll have a brooder set up and make a trip to a local farm and garden place to get new babies.
I'll spend an inordinate amount of time sitting on the floor with them in the garage.
I'll "chick-chick-chick" to teach them to come when they are called.
I'll try to mimic the purr and coo of a momma hen to let them know that I'm the one to come running to when things get scary out on the property when they get older.
They'll all get names. Names insure that they'll never have to visit the stew pot or freezer camp.
My reward will be these. The lovely brown ones.
Grocery store eggs have got nothing on a 'real egg'.
Plus, I'll have enough to share with my father-in-love.
He loves a 'real egg' even more than I do.
What do you find yourself thinking about this spring?