Saturday, March 10, 2018

Cool water for hot chicks

I returned home mid-afternoon and realised the chickens' water places were hot from the weather. I turned on the tap, let the warm water from the hose run free and when cold mains goodness arrived filled the outside red tub in the garden where the chicks were to roam and the main pen water stations.

The adult chickens, now into the main pen, enjoyed the new water. Of the chicks the Polish scruff was balanced on the rim of the bowl for eager drinking.

That's the benefit of mental illness; I see discomfort then try to fix it; Whether it's at work or at home getting stuff fixed is what I do; I do that because I have depression, anxiety, OCPD and PTSD.

When you've lived a life of self-hate then catharsis through injury it changes your view of things. I had to be this way for all that to happen. It's a gift knowing past pain is a critical part of your whole cloth.

I also get enhanced satisfaction from simple outcomes. It counts for fuck all but I got pleasure from giving chickens pleasure by refreshing their hot and stale water for cold and fresh.

Fixing things is just how I roll.

WFTW. 

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