Yard Hens

A little back story.

We have an amazing 2-year-old son who is anything but. . . tranquil.

UNADJUSTEDNONRAW_thumb_254Archer LOVES to run, climb, and WONDER. A diaper is his idea of being dressed for the day, and shoes are probably number one on his list of things he could do without.

I know this will probably be enough cause for some people to grab their torches, pitch forks, and deem me a terrible parent, but I. . .

(insert breath holding pause here)

left my child alone in the backyard to run inside and use the restroom (as I had actually done many times before this).

After running inside to use the restroom, I came back outside to find Archer NO WHERE in sight from the backyard.

My heart hit the ground immediately.

I checked the house to make sure he hadn’t come back inside like he typically does, and then I took off out the front door. I looked to my left and saw him. He had followed a ball that was being blown by the wind into far side of the neighbor’s front yard. Our home is on a main street at the entrance to the neighborhood. There was an older couple walking on the sidewalk across the street, and a gentleman on the street just past the yard Archer was standing in. I felt like THE. WORST. most irresponsible parent alive. Running across the neighbor’s yard to retrieve my child who had taken off like a horse right out of the gate was easily one of the most embarrassing moments of my life! It was just after this incident that I told my husband we needed a fence around the yard as soon as possible.

Fast forward two months, and the fence is up!

I never knew I could draw such inspiration from a fence around the yard.

All in all, it’s just a fence, right?!

For me, the fence came with a charge of energy around all of the potential use of yard space now that we would be free from having to worry about keeping Archer within the imaginary lines. As it turns out I wasn’t the only one who had an idea or two about how we would occupy the yard space, and our time spent outside. My husband made a suggestion that I had thought about, but laughed to myself about suggesting aloud. A suggestion I would have never expected from the person who made it a point to tell me he had a “no pet policy” on our first date.

“You should get some chickens for the yard”.

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