Chickens

My husband has a thing for chickens. When the kids were little we raised ducks and geese and chickens. It was a good experience for them. And they got to see things born and that living things die. They fed, watered and buried. Winter and summer. Let's just say that none of us were too terribly sad when those days had past.
Except for my husband, apparently. He still loves his farming feel. So, we have chickens again. He said that he would be solely responsible for them. And he is. Unless he is working late. Every day. Or out of town.The chickens think that I'm there hero. Dumb chickens. I open the door occasionally. And, if they are out in the yard, I toss them scraps from the kitchen door. They hear my "chick chick chick" and they come running. As a matter of fact, they come running whether I want them or have anything for them or not.
They don't realize that I am doing things for them out of obligation. They don't know that if they had new homes I'd be quite content. They trust me. Funny.
In a strange sort of way. I desire no harm to come to them. I just don't really like having them.
But for that one thing..........they make hubby happy. Maybe it feels good to have them following him around. I don't really know the draw. But, it's just one of those things I do because he likes it.
Sometimes in your life you will do things because they make someone else happy. Make sure you are. If you aren't, then probably selfishness has crept in. It is a fine line. You can't do every single thing to make someone else happy, but you can't live not being willing to do what makes someone else happy either. It's a balancing act. It's easy to forget that in relationships that last for a long time.
Today, take stock. Are you taking care of someone's chickens?
blessings,
rhonda