New Travels Part Seven

This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Did you miss me?! Don’t answer that. It goes without saying! I know Girl Person is exhausted from all her talking. She needs to take some days off..(said those bags under her eyes).
So where did Girl Person leave off? Oh yeah. There we were. Staying at our sitter’s house for a week! The persons kept trying to keep what was going on under wraps. But I saw the boxes. Digby and I had went through this before. To be honest with ya, and I always am, I wasn’t liking it. I liked my house and my yard…and well, change seems harder the older I get. But Digby and I also dig travel and I was hoping that we might we going back to that California place. Girl Person and Boy Person had been talking about it for years. So what was the hold up? A new business? Money? So what?! Let’s just go. Yeah, I guess the persons said it wasn’t that easy.
But I saw a sign go up in the yard and I can read. Like I said, Digby and I knew what was going on. As the week went by without our persons, I began to get a little worried. Were they ever going to pick us up? Where were the chickens? What was going on for real?
Then, there she was. Girl Person in our Jeep, ready to take us home. But then she turned and I knew. This was not the way home. This was really happening. Girl Person explained to us that the chickens were fine and that Boy Person was with them. She said we were going to Country Cousin Person’s beach house and that Boy Person would be there later after the chickens went to bed. She told us that our beds were there and our toys and our treats and our food. She told us that as long as we were together, everything would be ok. She told us that we would be staying here for a little while and traveling back and forth to Gandma and Gandpa’s and where the chickens were out in the country. It was all very confusing to me. And forget explaining it to Digby. Good thing about Digby is that he goes with the flow. Me…not so much.
We pulled into the driveway of the beach house and Digby and I flipped out. We ran inside, we explored…we saw our stuff, and ok..yeah. This was alright. We saw the water, a new neighborhood to walk in, and Girl Person said there were even new trails out here.
So that night, Boy Person came home, and all was right in our world. Our family was together except for the chickens, and Girl Person said one of us would be with them every day,driving that hour away until we figured something out.
Digby and I missed the chickens. But we visited them and it was nice. I knew though that they wanted to be with us all the time. And it was breaking my brindle heart. Girl Person said something had to change for the chickens until we left for California. She said we had a few months still at this beach house until we could pack up everything for our big trip of a lifetime. I hate waiting!! Especially for California, our hikes there and yeah…the persons are much happier at the vineyards.
I don’t understand why chickens are allowed in every neighborhood. Rooster Man didn’t understand either and they were showing signs of unhappiness. We had to do something. And fast.
-To Be Continued Tomorrow
-Peanut Butter Brickle

New Travels Part Six

This is Girl Person. Thank you to all the fans who have joined us on our emotional roller coaster of the past week. I am happy to tell you that tomorrow, you have your boys back, Brickle and Digby on the blog! They will be telling the remainder of our story…so far. Because we still have much adventure to come!
Many of our fans commented yesterday that they were upset for us. And I agree, the way I told the story sounded devastating. But at the time, that IS what I felt. A mixture of emotions, good and bad. Not anything in this world is black and white..but brindle like Brickle. A mixture of colors and feelings. Although I was sad…very sad to leave the property, I WAS excited at the journey to come…for us, our furkids and our growing business.
So as I left the blog yesterday, we got the chickens to safety and the dogs were safely staying with their sitter. It was time after a week to pick up my boys. But the night before we were all to be reunited, a rain storm like no other came down from the skies, heavier than all the tears I had cried over the past few months. Our Florida place was already feeling the effects of a flooded summer, and this capped it off. There we were, tired and excited, and standing in the living room of our temporary abode. All of a sudden, rain started pouring in from the ceiling. It only got worse as the minutes went on. Boy Person looked at me, a look of defeat and said to call our Country Cousin Person. Our Country Cousin Person had graciously offered to let us stay at her beach place about an hour away until we could pack up for California. But chickens were not allowed in this area, and so we had never considered it. But looking at the roof and knowing we had to pick up the boys, we had no choice. We would have to go there and stay there and drive back and forth an hour each way every day for our chickens until we could figure out what to do. I was so disappointed our temporary place was flooded, but again, I had no time to worry about it. Sometimes you just do what you gotta do.
Although everyone in our family had been dealing with their own emotions during this time, they never stopped helping us. Packing, moving, letting us use vehicles, providing meals and encouragement. And now, our Country Cousin Person even offered us a place to stay. I felt in a lot of ways we didn’t deserve it. Here we were, abandoning everything we had ever known for a life literally across the country. I wasn’t sorry for our decision, but I still won’t pretend it was all rainbows and happiness.
Again, in every single minute along the way, our furkids and featherkids were number one. Making sure that they were comfortable and happy meant giving up our comfort levels many times. The drive back and forth to sit with the chickens was not easy. And a few things became apparent quickly.
Our temporary place to stay would not be fixed for months.
Our chickens missed us and they were stressed.
So….sometimes, you just don’t know what is going to happen until it happens. Profound, huh? Not really…but in this case we had to stop and think. Would our chickens, who were stressed after a 30 mile transport make it safely 2000 miles across the country? And was it fair on them to do so? We started researching, reading, calling. How were we going to do this? Did the chickens WANT to do this? And all the while, I was thinking of our fans. What would be their advice?
While this was happening, it was time to pick up the boys from their sitter. I pulled in the driveway, and they were so very happy to see us. It was the longest we had EVER been apart. I loaded them in the Jeep and started driving. But instead of driving the way to our old house, I did a U-turn. Both boys jumped up and looked at me. They knew. They had known all along. And it was time to bring them “home”.
Brickle will continue the blog tomorrow!
Thank you fans!
To Be Continued Tomorrow…
-Girl Person