Carrying Chickens in Awe

How amazing to find out that so many miracles are possible in one day. This day was filled with blessings; a tornado of wonders from morning until night. The chicken coup was finished this afternoon and taken to the field on Bee Bee Hill. We were to have a great chicken moving party to transport this great white beauty of a hen house with romp and led by a parade of adamahniks.

Feeling a bit ill earlier, I was late to the parade but made it just in time to see one of the most amazing sunsets in my life. As I walked slowly towards the barnyard, ashamed at being so late, I suddenly stopped near the synagogue and looked up towards the sky. The sight made my heart stop in awe. The trees up above were like the burning bush, holding all fire of God layer after layer throughout the tall woods on the mountain before me. Just a golden unspeakable beautiful world, with a magical blue sky above the tree tops. Did I say it was unspeakable? If my description is less than fulfilling, it is only because there are no words to describe this and to my shame, nor any pictures. As I stood there, frozen, another person approached and also stopped a few feet behind me. "That is amazing." She stood there next to me and we both could not stop staring, frozen, speechless. To my left I heard another voice say, "Olga, did you do that? You're quite and artist. . ." With utter shame and lack of humility, I decided to take all the credit, saying, "Yeah, how do you like it? Not bad, right?"

After the beautiful sunset, which vanished after just a few minutes, I became involved in taking chickens from the barnyard at the camp lake to Bee Bee Hill. We put as many as three chickens into one box. That is how chickens are transported, it turns out. Luckily there were not enough boxes and three of us asked to carry them in our arms to the new home. We took these beautiful birds in our arms like small babies, like scared children, and walking with them through the camp at night found time to listen to them, hold them and for the first time love these small funny animals, that make so much noise and seem to have little real purpose on the farm, other than to lay eggs and jump into the compost pile. Oddly enough, I became concerned along the walk that they might not have a compost pile to jump into any more, after moving onto Bee Bee Hill Road. As it turned out, they now have three to four piles - it will be their food for a few days. (The compost is made of all vegetables and many of the plants that were not planted in the Sadeh.)

What a process of recycling and giving back to the earth. . . another small awe - a tiny miracle that we have come up with from the desire to have compassion of animals and the earth and to be conscious of our waste.