Chickens, Ducks, Black snake and Us

Sometimes restart is all we need to get things back onto the smooth and semi normal road of life.

For the first time today I sat with my baby boy and we held a tiny chicken, this little bird, so fluffy and so helpless was so sturdy I was shocked at the resilience that this soon to be bbq’ed chook had in its tiny body.

I got bitten by a god damn duck and I had my arse kissed by a lamb, all whilst playing with baby animals down at the festival.

Sitting on the side of the road watching the cars do their glory lap, proud owners and their wives as they drove down this normally deserted street, each wife waving out the passengers window like the queen yet somehow you knew from being that female, that all those hours that he had spent polishing, washing, spending time with on this lump of metal, all those meals he was late coming into, and the arguments that the couple had lived through whilst his car took first priority as he polished and rubbed it more than he had ever rubbed and polished his wife, today both these women in his life would shine.

From Holden’s, fords, mustangs and hot rods, there in all their chrome glory their polished shine with their proud driver behind their wheel and the wife waving out like royalty could do nothing but bring a smile, even to the sourest lemons face.

Then came the familiar site of the yellow tractor that lives next door, with the man who is a true blue, fair dinkum aussie bloke, proudly waving out to us, as it hits me that here is my family watching this festival for the first year, as I see the heritage the history in the making that this town holds for us, literally.

As we waved to old Smokey and his tractor, I smiled as I realised this may not of been the idea of what I had when I wanted to go home, but somehow it wasn’t up to me where home was waiting for me, yet as it turns out home, is the small town with a handful of people, a blue police station and like all country towns the highlight of this town is the heritage hotel.

With the tiny post office with the postmaster who knows everybody in this place, and the postal delivery driver who rides her scooter right up to your window to deliver your mail as your heading out your drive way, I realised that finally, I have found my way home, how? Well that would be one of life’s mysteries.

I never would have imagined that I would be a country girl yet somehow the country suits this girl, and she is happy with the country, she actually enjoys pottering around the garden regardless of the odd snake or ten and out of nowhere she see’s things clearly for the first time since fucks me when.

No major traffic to piss you off, no stupid people in stupid shopping centres who are rude as they push and shove just a dottery old quack who’s the doctor, the chemist that is not open 7 days a week as I had become somewhat accustom to however that is a small sacrifice to finally find some form of peace within myself again peace within my family.

Who can go wrong with me my eagle and our boy in the middle of mother earth herself?