Tuesday, February 3, 2009



Outside my house a hen with a broken leg is trying to raise her brood of chicks. She limps along, resting often, leading her offspring to bugs in the grass. Almost against impossible odds of dogs, pigs, and rats, she struggles to protect the next generation of chicken stew.


Barb Carusillo said...

Moms do that, as you know, obviously even chicken moms. I fell and broke my pelvic ring in two places and my right wrist back when Sara was 16. It took me 50 minutes just to make the family some oatmeal and set the table for Sunday breakfast when they went to church without me after it happened. But we manage!

Barb Carusillo said...

You know, it sounds like they went off and left me right after it happened the way I worded it. Not so...this was after I came home from the hospital and was all safe and secure.