The Gift of the Forest Mother

It’s a clear spring day and I wander into the woods behind the hen house, over the high ridge of the pond dam and its lady slipper orchid colony, into a low-lying forest carpeted with giant ferns… a place I never go because of the snakes I envision encountering there.  I am searching for a lost Belgian bantam, a friendly, speckled chicken the size of a wind-up toy.  Stepping gingerly over logs, my eyes scanning for the faintest flutter ofRead more