Sage Words Sunday has taken a bit of a break over Yuletide due in main to lack of time and the enormous amount of goodies already stashed in the pantry. Then suddenly it was New Years Eve and it seemed wrong to face this annual new beginning without seeking some kind of sage direction.
You may remember our choice to extend the Homestead flock by introducing some fertilised eggs direct from Princess Nikita’s hen haven. Though haphazard in execution, this hopeful choice bore fruit on Saturday as, exactly on cue and as per the ringed day on the calendar, six healthy new Homesteaders pecked their way into this world. That there was a mad dash to relocate them to an abode more altitude-appropriate which may or may not have resulted in some maternal natural selection is just one of those things.
It was a choice undertaken with a huge dollop of hope.