My kids absolutely adore telling jokes.
It doesn’t matter if they are funny, or even make sense at all.
This joke, the most overused of all, followed by some ridiculous answer is one of their favorites.
Who knew it would turn out to be a question I would be pondering in real life, all because of the decision we made to keep chickens in an urban neighborhood.
I’m telling you, it was not my goal in life to be the crazy one in the neighborhood.
The crazy chicken lady.
Why did the chicken cross the road? Yea, I seriously just asked that, and no, in this instance it is definitely not a joke.
*Hazel, Elsa, Ana, and Rosie (not pictured), our first four chickens started it all
My neighbors keep asking me the same question, and they’re nothing but serious. My chickens keep coming from our backyard, up the hill and go across the street to the neighbors yard.
Are there really not enough bugs, grass and weeds for them to eat in our backyard and the giant easement next to it? Of course there is more than enough, but unknown territory can be enticing,
even especially to a chicken.
At first they stay in their comfort zone, and then slowly… gradually…
They have become more sure of themselves, straying a little farther from the coop, safety and security.
They are smart little buggers (that has nothing to do with their diet of insects; although I guess it could be all that good nutrition), they know when they’re in trouble too.
Is that a little bit like us?
We start out in our comfort zone and then slowly as we get more comfortable we branch out and want to explore.
Maybe there are a lot of life lessons we can learn from a chicken.
What are your thoughts? Can chickens that love to explore teach us something about ourselves? Are you hesitant to branch out until you are in a comfortable place in your life?