Chickens Stories from Our Nest

When Souls Connect

Soul connection with Olive a Barred Rock

I happen to believe that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Sometimes, there is just a certain way that a person looks at you and there are no needs for words. Volumes are spoken, exchanged, and entire conversations happen somewhere on another level. Hearts and souls connect. I find these moments magical.

This happened when I met Olive. It had been a couple of years since we added baby chicks from the feed store to our flock, but this past spring it was time. We had lost Autumn, Dolly and Tilly and it seemed only right to add to the flock. I love seeing baby chicks at the feed store. There is something about the warmth of the heat lamp and tiny little fuzz balls running all over the brooder. I swear I can feel my heart smile!

The time had come to pick a Barred Rock. As all the other little blurs of fuzz were running around, I could see one little chick with her head cocked upward toward me. Our eyes met and she did not stop staring nor did I. I picked her up. She stared back at me with these intense slate colored eyes. It was as if time stood still. We connected. Our hearts had a conversation and there was no way that I could put her down only for a second. I was afraid I would lose her among the other happy cheeping fluff balls. I think they thought I was crazy at the feed store. She was only a $3.00 chicken. In fact, the sales woman said to me, “I don’t think anyone picks out chicks like you. They usually just scoop them into the box.” I told her maybe that’s because no one sees what I see.

Fast forward to today. It has been almost 10 weeks and Olive still gazes at me with a certain intensity that I have never experienced. It is almost as if she is trying to understand and I’m supposed to explain things to her. I have already decided that she is wise beyond her age and species. I’m looking forward to getting to know her over the years and the lessons that she will teach me. This is one of my favorite joys of keeping chickens, learning through observation. Chicken school is universal. You just have to pay attention in class.

Photo Credit: Tilly’s Nest

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