So why "Dancing Chickens"?

Max and partner during our Creative Dance Class


Mindy and partner during our Creative Dance Class



Some of our flock


Well, the chicken part started with my nicknames for my kids...little chicken, chickee-boo, chi-chi. I think I have always wanted chickens in my life, but never really knew it.

So, one night at bedtime, I said to Max, "Good night little chicken". He hugged me tight, thought for a minute, and replied, "I love you...big chicken". So once more, my child stole my heart.

All of this was long before we actually had our yard birds.

So next is the dancing part. Dancing plays an important role in my life. It fills a little piece of my soul. That little piece that needs just me, Mindy. Not Wife. Not Mom. Only Dancer. I love that part of me, but never want it to take over. I like how it's just a piece...part of the whole.

Lastly comes the chickens themselves. They represent to me all that has shifted since our move to our ridge one year ago. That subject to be tackled in a future blog entry. I LOVE our chickens. I also love our fresh eggs, but would love our chickens even if they didn't produce eggs. And yeah, I know, big problem if we ever decide to raise meat chickens. I really do like them so much. Sometimes I just sit on the back deck and watch and enjoy their antics.

They don't dance, our chickens. But we do. In the physical sense, we love to move our bodies to music, challenge ourselves to try new movements, and sometimes just flail, mosh pit style, to let ourselves go. We also dance in the more ethereal sense. We're constantly trying to figure out each other's rhythms, how we can fit in with each others lives, how to try new things, and how to just flail...exerting ourselves with no purpose other than pure enjoyment. No goal, no end point, just along for the fun of the moment.

So "Dancing Chickens" it is!