I know people are probably over the chicken coop drama. I know I am . However, I feel compelled to complete the story. On Friday, my friend who is helping me build the coop, came over to deconstruct it. I am embarrassed to admit tears were shed over that destruction, mostly for what the chicken coop had signified for me. I have been struggling with my depression during this COVID season and I needed something to get me out of the slump. I chose chickens. Seemed simple enough. Everyone was doing it and I had talked about it for years. Little did I know that it would become this giant controversy in my marriage, in my neighborhood and subsequently in my heart. It hurts to be human, yet again. You don’t know what you don’t know. Amiright?

I am going to break away from typical style and share the joy of creating that coop so every can remember it did bring happiness if only for a moment.

I am also including the letter we had to send back to the county about the whole ordeal. You know me and my letters. I just have to share them! And yes, that is how Nikki is entered on my phone. It makes me smile every time she calls or texts. It’s the little things. Right?