Bitesize Chicken Nuggets

Little chicks do indeed grow very fast. Before you know it, they are already pecking away for their expectant meals. Cheep, cheep, cheep! Peck, peck, peck! They may be little, but little teeth hurt too! The rule in my henhouse, if you peck, you're done. It's not open for discussion. The first time I laid down chicken law, the little chick cried real tears. He hollered for a minute, stunned, that I had said no and taken away the chickenfeed. Then, after a few very difficult minutes, he calmed. I won't say there still aren't times when he pecks, particularly when he's teething, but I stick to chicken law. No pecking. No scratching. Or no chickenfeed. There are still a few tears from time to time, but we get along much better here in the chicken house, and the breast piece is no more for the wear.

Fried Chicken

It's after midnight and I'm completely fried. The henhouse never seems to close when you're breastfeeding. Yet, when the little chicks are finally asleep I do enjoy taking in a few moments of silence. I can hear them breathe. They're really cute. All snuggled up in their cozy nests. I find myself smiling, but not too big of a smile. I'll be up again LONG before the rooster crows. Yeah, but being a Mother Hen really is pretty great. Would you do me a favor? Remind me of that around 3:30 am and then again at 5 am.

The Breast Piece: Which Came First the Chicken or the Egg?

As I look down at my happily nursing son, I do indeed feel like a Mother Hen. I may never know which came first- the chicken, or the egg. However, in my crazy cooped up adventures in breastfeeding, there are times when I certainly feel like a fastfood drive-thru window ladling up a heaping serving of, well, me. Then, I pause and remind myself quietly that I'm giving my baby the Breast Piece!