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.
