Backyard mysteries….why is the cat spending 23.5 hours a day in the greenhouse? What does the rabbit eat dandelion greens in the hutch, but not in the ground? Will it ever stop raining? Why are the chickens so loud? They have just spent eight months on the sitting on garden beds, confined by fencing, to a four by ten foot space with bit of straw and leaf mulch. They were fine—peaceful, quiet, inwardly focused, wintering. Yesterday, we moved the coop to the back run. Now they have a quarter of the back yard to move around in, three compost piles to toss, places to hide from each other….and they have been complaining all day. Loudly. They stand by the back gate, looking into the garden, and squawk. I need to be there, not here. There, not here. They work on Labor Coaching, yelling at whomever is on nest to get off, now, because I need to lay my egg now. Now, I say. Now. They call for one another, where are you? Where are you? Where are you? The cacophony is constant. Why? Why do we all fuss more when our lives are improved, rather than when the situation is more limited? Why?
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