Day 10

I released the chickens today.

I don’t have the heart to slaughter them.

They’ll probably hide in the coop when the snows come, but it seems wrong to keep them fenced in. There’s a whole world out there, and only one of me.

One of them made her way inside, scratching at the dirt and worms in the entrance hall. She was put out by the stairs, and I had to laugh.

It’s strange, laughing. It echoes through the halls. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe that was my imagination, straining for a response.

Laughter was always meant to be shared, I think. Now I share it with the chicken, the worms, and the wisteria.