





I've been on a roller coaster for a while now. I work several career avenues...everything from writing/journalist/children's book author (which just went to print and has been taking some time/energy to finalize) to being a candle and soapmaker, and we apparently hit "Tis the Season" early this year. (Etsy.com/shop/AprilsScentSations). But I'm also a homesteader. Chickens, fruit frees, growing food...and I just lost my entire little flock over the past 2 weeks. It's been a shock. One was quite brutally killed by a predator, despite the fencing and precautions in place.
I've always been "The Crazy Chicken Lady" of my area, taking in strays and rehoming hens for others. Now, I've had to rehome my own...the remaining survivor, Pebbles, whom I've had for six years and raised since day 2. She's a pet, so it's been gutting. I found a good farm for her, but this hasn't been an easy decision and it's taken a lot out of me. Hens are meant to be in flocks, groups. Not alone. It's for her best, but not mine. The routine of caring for them no matter what and getting outside on a regular basis due to necessity has been sanity for me.
This year, I lost my corgi and my hens...all within about 7 months. I also lost what was left of my family a few years ago. Several of my close friends (who have been like family) moved away this year on top of that, so all of this has affected me.
I foster dogs now...Pax, who got along well with Pebbles, became her BFF. My cat and she got along, too, thankfully.
I'm grateful to all who are patient with me. Like I said...a roller coaster. Some days, all I have left over is enough to nuke some food and go for a walk.
I'm thinking this is relatable for many.
I have to go in for another minor surgical procedure today, an ablation. I'll be around all weekend, so I'll be checking in. :)
You are awesome. Xo.