I was just wondering if anyone would like to share their favorite experience/memory brought on by your hippie lifestyle? I'm sure we all have some great ones. let's hear 'em.
Well , as far back as I can remember , there have been animals sharing our house. Granma used to bring the young chickens that were getting beat up by the older ones into the house. She would let them get a bit older , then she would turn them loose into the yard with the others. We had hard wood floors so they were easy to clean. since then , I have had injured hens share my house with me. I have had a turkey hen that was crippled living on a blaket on my kitchen floor. And an injured Canadian Goose , and a hurt opossum. Some folk might turn their noses up and think that its less than clean to share your quarters with animals , but , they are the ones that wont find out all the little secrets nature can share with you if you just watch and listen.
