|My new chicken friend, Boris’ s rooster|
We had a nice restful weekend visiting relatives and celebrating the newest married couple in my husband’s family. Sixty five of their closest friends and relatives came and celebrated. For my husband’s family, these are like great big reunions. They look forward to these times and do lots of catching up. For me, not knowing too many of these people intimately, I usually try to help out behind the scenes. I help cook in the kitchen. I tidy up used plates and cups, assist setting up for the next course of food and make myself useful where needed. When I am not doing those things, I enjoy mostly people watching. I love seeing how happy they are to get caught up. I enjoy seeing the little kids run around playing in the woods with new found friends, found sticks; creating new adventures. However this time, things were different. I met people with backyard chickens.