Once upon a time there lived a cracker of a bird on a farm. She was married to the ridiest of rides.
But since she got married her plumage had faded a little. Her feathers had sagged and she had extra skin around her ankles but she still had the brightest, prettiest smile out of all the other birds on the farm.
Sometimes the bird would wake up and jump out of bed with excitement and other days she would lie there and pull the covers over her head, for sometimes, if truth be told, she was a little lazy. When a bird lived on a farm she sometimes had other little birds to help her tidy the chickens nest.
She also had a helper who helped her with her chicken with a broken wing. The chicken with a broken wing was God’s special gift to help her stay balanced and centred. You see, a chicken with a broken wing does that to you. Thats it’s job. It made her see the world in a different light. In a brighter sharper light. And all the other birds on the farm didn’t have the same power in their eyes as the Mommy bird.
So everyday this cracker of a bird would see the world keenly and sharply and everyday the other birds didn’t. So sometimes it was lonely to see the world shine brightly on her own. But every now and again she would find another bird that would squint her little eyes, would pull her beak into a smile and nod knowingly at her. For she too could see the world more brightly because of the chicken with a broken wing.
The cracker of a bird was kept busy. She had to supervise tidying the nest and she had to make pretty things for other birds. Also she had the fittest, fastest and funniest chicken living in her nest. That fit chicken and the chicken with a broken wing kept her very busy. Her big bird heart would overflow with love when she looked at them.
And everyday she loved life and she loved all the other birds. She would fly with the other birds, share stores and share worms. But some days she would want to lie still, with her wings pulled tightly over her eyes. To block out the light and to block out other people. It wasn’t that she was sick. She was just tired of thinking with her bird brain and she just needed a rest. You know, to stop flapping her wings for a bit. She loved flapping her wings with other birds.
And thats’ how life was for this cracker of a bird. For she was a true cracker of a bird. The bestest cracker of a bird as far as any beady eye could see. She loved her chickens and she loved being married to the ridiest of rides.
And truth be told, she was a happy cracker of a bird. For the most part anyway.