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A week doesn’t go by that I don’t say to myself “Twelve years ago I never would have….”

Usually it is something along the lines of
“Twelve years ago I never would have thought to get chickens” or “I would never go on a quad ride up a mountainside.”
This could be titled never say never, I suppose.
“Twelve years ago I wouldn’t NOT help with a goat in labor.”
Today was “Do I write or go outside with my shotgun to protect my newish flock of chickens?”

I was sitting in my office with the window open. I could hear the crow squawking and instinct told me (instinct I didn’t have 12 years ago) to go outside.
Sure enough the whole young flock was hiding in their chicken tractor. I had only let them out about a half hour before. I closed them back up and pondered what to do.
You see, I let my chickens free range.
I learned the hard way a couple of years ago they really need to be bigger to do this because of predators.
We have crows, owls, and the occasional hawk.

I actually thought “Do I go in an write a few posts or do I go sit outside with my shotgun?”
Are you kidding me?!

How did I get to this place?
How did I get to choosing between writing and shooting a crow?

Confession: I was very ANTI gun 12 years ago. I hated guns. Wouldn’t touch them.

I grew up, in the 80’s, in a suburb of Seattle.
Going back there seems so weird to me. I think often, when I am there, what if?
What if I had stayed in the city?
Would I be working in the corporate world?
Would I be driving that Escalade I always drooled over?
Would I be living downtown or in the suburbs raising our kids?

Alas, I am not that person who could have been.
We moved to North Idaho a little over 11 years ago.
It took me a full year to accept living 45 minutes to the nearest Target and nail salon.
Today?
Today I find peace and contentment watching over my chickens.
The goats? Well, that’s the kids’ job because I fully believe in child labor.

Are you in a place in your life that you never thought would be?
If somebody had told you “In 10 or 12 years this will be your life?” what would you have said?

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