Soaring and Stillness: Life with the Chickadees

Sometimes, the rain and temperature drop combine for a caustic combination on the body.   I tell my chicks that our walk for today is on hold, seeing as one of my ribs doesn't feel much like cooperating with the rest  of the cage.  Sitting up straight is virtually impossible. Deep breaths take work.   UGH . The eldest conspires with the little. They are supposed to be studying for a Latin exam as I lay flat on the  floor, the only position offering relief at this point. A plan has been reached. "You take her arms and I'll grab her legs and we'll both pull, okay?" ... WHAT??? Tiny hands encircle my wrists, stronger ones grasp at my ankles. The dog decides to come and lick my face. I'm trapped .  Protesting quickly turns into belly laughter as they both start pulling in opposite directions.   Round 2, all pulling at once...I grabbed the camera between giggles I'm not in any less discomfort as I type this, but a smile nudges at t...

I've planned to do this post in a few segments, a little now and a bit later; I'm working on thoughtful consideration. _________________________________________ Have you ever been in a ditch, either literally or figuratively? Were you able to climb out? Did strangers appear and lend a hand, or was it close friends and family? Or ... Were you left, alone, just wondering if you’d ever be rescued? I’ve never literally been in a ditch. We’ve had car issues of course, and I remember a few accidents and being “stranded” as a kid, but in a ditch? Nope. However, I’ve seen multiple cars in a such a spot. Cell phones come out and friends arrive. People stop. I think that physical ditches are a whole lot easier to escape from. You might need a tow truck, but generally, you are visible there. Given aid. Lifted up. Freed. It’s the figurative ditches that tend to do us in. The ones that people have no idea we’re trapped in...Maybe we’ve fallen there, or maybe we’ve dug them for ourselves. N...