January 22, 2015
Here in Michigan, we’ve reached the peak of winter.
I’ve enjoyed the frosty scenery,
prepared countless cups of hot cocoa,
and watched my family multiply.
It’s been a lovely winter.
And now as we reach the peak, like a car on a roller coaster waiting to drop, I want to scream, let me out of here!
I’ve got that cooped up feeling.
It’s a common feeling, this time of year, as daylight stretches, and we begin to itch for greener pastures.
My head swirls with grandiose project ideas. This coop lies at the top of my list.
It looks so mysterious. I bet you’d like to go in.
Come this way. It’s through this charming door.
The inside is charming as well. There are sturdy nesting boxes,
comfortable limbs for roosting,
and a convenient hatch to the outdoors.
If I were a chicken, I would love being cooped up here.
I’ve never had chickens before, but long to meet them. I hope they lay pretty pastels; the thought of cracking in color is appealing. This time
of year anything in color draws me, as I anxiously await spring.
There are others on the prairie who eagerly anticipate the arrival of my new friends.
The peacocks have not been visiting lately. They are cooped up, like me, until spring returns. Here is a summer photo of Chester on his
favorite roost- atop the coop.