Once upon a time I was impatient.
I’m still impatient,
but I’m optimistic.
And I wanted baby chicks.
So I got baby chicks.
And we built a coop for them.
In the worst possible location.
Because that was the best spot at the time.
But then I wanted them moved to the back of the property.
From their current location,
right next to the drive way,
a rat’s nest,
by our house
and next to the neighbor’s back yard.
So, I bartered some brownies for a back hoe.
The guy working on the house next door has one.
He kindly dragged the coops across the property.
With the chickens still inside.
Impatient people tend to be great problem solvers.
That’s what I tell myself at the end of the day, anyway.