About That Greener Grass

If a little chick ever quivers with excitement, it would have to be when they leave the controlled environment of their brooder and stand on grassy lawn for the first time. It’s as if they suddenly realize, “This is too good to be true. This is the life for me!”

There’s warming sunshine to enjoy and cool, still dewy grass to eat…and bugs everywhere! Suddenly the entire world is vividly alive with color and sound and sensations.

The first time playing outside, they didn’t see the hawks overhead or the snakes at the edge of the woods or the neighborhood stray cats passing through my backyard on the way to their next free meal. My little chicks only saw the grass on the other side of the plastic playpen fencing somehow looking better than what was right in front of them. Then a few spotted the gap in the fencing I had somehow overlooked. It was just big enough to squeeze through, and then they took off!

After chasing them around the yard, I realized those little chicks probably don’t think very far ahead. They see an opportunity. They take advantage of it!

Little chicks have no concept of fear or consequences. They see something they want, and they go after it. They only know they want to explore and taste and see everything for themselves. They have a singular focus and a huge annoyance over anything getting in the way of what they want.

I can be such a baby chick sometimes! And I can get myself into some real situations all because I’m thinking about that greener grass over there!

When we had a really close call with a feral cat, we all started looking at things differently, but that’s another story for another day.

My Life With Gracie gave me a chance to rethink boundaries and fences.

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About That Greener Grass

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