I live in a zoo

As I sit here, still breathing hard from another day, having them all as tucked in or tucked away (since some of them really go to bed whenever they darn well please) as possible, I realize I may never be truly alone again.  Curled up by my feet is a little nappy curly gray dog, and about 4 feet away is our most annoying and mentally unstable cat.  Pepper now sports some lovely purple underpants during her outings outside in effort to prevent unwanted posterity.  She looks simply ridiculous, her thin curved hind end almost exaggerately narrow and absent. 

Brecklyn's dream of walking through the tall grass with her ducks lovingly and devotedly trailing her has actually been achieved.  SHe has spent many evenings feeding all of our bread to her birds.  I actually had a little "ah ha" moment one night watching her sitting in the grass,  holding her hand out to her birds, them trusting-she giving.  It was a sweet sight, one I'm glad to have seen because it makes all the hassle a little more bearable.  I hope that memory of the cool late summer night,  the quiet, the noisy birds with all their quirky personalities and postures, surrounding her, will forever be apart of what makes her childhood.  I learn so much from Brecklyn.  Time is such an obstacle for her, and seems so unnatural to her soul.  I need to figure out how to be more like this at times. 

So today I was sitting in my living room chatting with my visiting teachers, one who drives a Pink Mary Kay Cadillac and is always completely dressed to the hilt.  Both have plenty of money and lovely homes.  All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I see that both of my front windows now contain curious, bright eyed chickens peering in at us.  I don't know what got into them, but they came clear to the front yard, into the flowerbeds and then jumped onto the sill!   Of course it didn't take long till the ladies noticed and made conscious attempts to act like this was normal behavior.  The chickens had never done anything like this before and I was a little taken back.  I think all their special feeding sessions have made them a little people hungry. 

The other day Craig actually dug some food out of the garbage because he wanted to feed it to the chickens.  I had to cheer and give him a high five and welcome him into the "we live in a zoo" world that I've now found myself queen of!