Remember when Freedom was just a baby, trying to fly out of the box?
Now here she is perched on my foot, while my leg is crossed.
But that’s not high enough. So to my knee she flutters.
Next is the arm of the chair I’m sitting in.
Then the back of the chair that she runs me out of. She just can’t quite get high enough.
She’ s a bit of a nuisance. If I squat to familiarize myself with the other chickens, she flies on my back or pecks me in the butt.
But it’s okay, I’m a bit of a free bird myself.
Although she’s only a chicken, if we look close enough I think there’s a lesson to be learned from this Barred Plymouth Rock hen-to-be.
Don’t stay down low with all the other peeps pecking around for the same ol’ piece of grain life throws you.
If you got a dream or a goal in sight:
Then look up.
Then flap your wings and flutter up.
If you don’t make it the first time, cheer up.
Flap your wings harder and keep it up.
Never give up.
There’s a perch somewhere just for you, and you’ll look good sitting on it.