Lately, I have started to feel a lot like a hen sitting on a nest. Tethered to the magical ice machine and perched on the couch my days are filled with a whole lot of sitting. Hens sit on their eggs for about three weeks before the eggs hatch. I admire their patience and have begun to realize that I am in very short supply of that virtue. I'm not trying to hatch any eggs....just an improved knee! I really like the expression, almost resignation that I see in this hen's eyes. I think I recognize it in myself.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
THE HEN
Lately, I have started to feel a lot like a hen sitting on a nest. Tethered to the magical ice machine and perched on the couch my days are filled with a whole lot of sitting. Hens sit on their eggs for about three weeks before the eggs hatch. I admire their patience and have begun to realize that I am in very short supply of that virtue. I'm not trying to hatch any eggs....just an improved knee! I really like the expression, almost resignation that I see in this hen's eyes. I think I recognize it in myself.
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Where did you ever find this little guy?
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