Living in the sticks is challenging. We have no cell reception. If the power goes out it can stay off for days and days while PG&E search the hills for the fault. Our cars need new tires… a lot.
BUT we also have found ourselves in an amazing community. We know every one of our neighbors and if we need some support (or they do) then there is always someone who has the knowledge or time that can help. One of our neighbors used his tractor to plow our field the first year we were here; in turn when they were away and a tree fell on their drive M. went up and cut it up and moved it off the drive so when they got home late they would come home to a clear road. We Llama-sit occasionally for another neighbor and in turn they chicken-sit for us. Equally one of our neighbors give E. a lift to her volunteer program in Boonville and we have yet to find something that can repay that generosity.
So last week when we got the call from one neighbor about another who had been bereaved in January and just desperately needed to be rid of a Bantam hen and her chick to ease her worries: of course we said yes. We really aren’t Bantam people (useless pet chicken anyone?) but the need was there and we had the space and time to help.
So it is that Olive and little Pit joined our farm. She is a masterful escape artist and a little firecracker with other chickens but she is sweet and placid with us. We are having to keep her in a separate enclosure as one of the white Delaware took an instant dislike to Olive and while she has that little chick Olive has no intention of making peace. The younger chickens are still in the broody-hen hutch so Olive and Pit are in a rabbit cage adapted slightly for her needs.
I know she adds to our daily chore list but really that’s what living in the country is about: we look after each-other and in the end our lives are all the richer for it.