Ella’s Breezy Escape: A Pause From Poultry Profanity
Farm life has a soundtrack. Some folks think it’s the soft clucking of hens, the gentle lowing of cows, or maybe a rooster’s proud morning crow. At my place, though, the poultry have a different vibe. Let’s just say, if chickens could swear, mine would need their beaks washed out with soap.
Ella, bless her heart, is my escape from all that feathered profanity. While the rest of the flock squabbles and shrieks like rowdy toddlers in a cereal aisle, Ella’s the one who just… strolls. She takes her sweet time, head high, feathers unruffled, like the world’s not about to collapse over who gets first dibs on the feed pan.
The other day, I swear two hens nearly came to blows over a worm. They puffed up, wings out, feathers flying—it looked like a tiny UFC match. Meanwhile, Ella just walked right past them, caught a breeze, and plopped down under the oak tree like she was on a beach vacation.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Here I was, trying to referee this poultry soap opera, while Ella reminded me of that one friend we all have—the one who always manages to “miss the drama” by conveniently stepping out for coffee at just the right time.
Sometimes I think Ella is onto something. She doesn’t rush. She doesn’t squawk. She just exists—peacefully. And somehow, she still manages to get the best dust bath spot, the juiciest tomato scraps, and the sunniest corner of the yard. Maybe she’s not avoiding the drama… maybe she’s just smarter than the rest of us.
Standing there watching her, I realized: Ella’s breezy escape isn’t laziness—it’s wisdom. If the rest of the flock is worked up about nonsense, she’s busy catching the next gust of wind and taking her well-deserved pause.
So the next time I find myself tangled in the everyday chaos of farm life, I’ll try to channel a little “Ella energy.” Because if a chicken can rise above the poultry profanity, surely I can too.
