|I wonder where my egg will land IF I ever start laying!|
|Mama hen caring for her pet.|
|This looks like a good spot...|
|Better yet, under a Birch tree.|
Another thought on confusion: I feel like this mama hen sometimes... does any other woman? Where should I sit, what should I do, how do I teach my kids, what do I teach my kids, where do I go, this place looks good, look at all the ants, it's got quick coffee, lots of shopping, great deals, but where do I lay my egg? In the dirt? Someone will snatch it away. How about out in the country? Surely I'll be safe there? No, there's wild animals, and they've already killed off 9/10th's of my relatives! There is no safe place. We fight against the elements every day, most of which include our own selfishness. Back to the wheelbarrow roost, at least it was above the ground! Maybe this post makes no sense. Perhaps it will to those who question why they do the things they do and is it good for them or the people around them. AND if it is not good, will they change?