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It was such a blessing to be able to return to a more "normal" routine - being outside in the bitingly cold air, hearing the happy chatter of the ducks and chickens, feeling the velvety softness of feathers as we gather up the ducks for snacks and snuggles at bedtime. It's not a Caribbean vacation, or a trip to Europe, but every time I interact with those exuberant little critters, it brings me joy. As I was forced to stay off my feet this past week with a sprained ankle, my thoughts drifted to friends dealing with more long term health conditions that keep them from their daily routines. I think that being unable to do what we normally do and having so much out of our control when dealing with illness (or injury) likely contributes to a great portion of our stress during these times. It brings into stark relief the importance of social connections. Though I was stuck inside, I could trust my sons to cover things I couldn't do. I was chomping at the bit to get back to "normal", but I didn't have the added stress of having to push myself when I shouldn't. Or the stress of absolutely not being able to do things and wondering how they would get done. Studies show that those with positive social connections heal faster and have better long term outcomes for both illness and injury. Some examples from Harvard Health:
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She was a three and a half year old white leghorn chicken with a flopped over comb. Nothing much to look at, but she had spunk. This winter, she earned herself the moniker "Falcon Chicken" as she adopted the habit of lying in wait on the roost each morning to launch herself agilely onto my forearm for first dibs at the warm breakfast mash. Let the rest of the flock wait those extra few seconds for the food to be put down! Falcon Chicken stalked the chow bowl with single minded intent - but...
The dusky seed heads swayed in the winter morning sun like faded memories of summer past. Occasionally a songbird flitted by, looking for morsels long since enjoyed by earlier visitors. The nearby feeders were well-stocked, so their quest for a humble repast would not be in vain. Soon the days would lengthen, and abundance would be theirs again. We're back in the deep freeze here in northeast Wisconsin, with highs in the single digits and lows below zero. At least we got a bit of snow cover...
The unseasonal January warm spell melted all the ice and snow buildups around the yard and left stretches of shallow standing water on top of the partially frozen ground. The ducks were ecstatic, sounding like a fleet of tiny motorboats as the worked the area over. The chickens were out in the mud, too, though with markedly less enthusiasm than the ducks. Knock on wood, the weather this winter has been mercurial, but thus far Duncan's managed to avoid traveling in the ice storms that have...