Being a flock mama means getting used to seeking the good of the whole.
Here, it doesn’t actually matter what species your VIP clients happen to be.
Your own species, a different species, all sorts of species – the common denominator is that their needs, preferences and wants always comes first.
Let’s say one of your charges happens to be small and feathery and deathly afraid of the sound of your sneezes.
So you learn not to sneeze….inside your own casa that you are paying to live in with the rent money you earn each month.
You do whatever it takes to snuffle, muffle or otherwise avoid ever allowing the sound of your sneezes to reach a certain set of finely-tuned and highly-strung avian ears.
It is a small price to pay for the daily company of so much cuteness.
After all, your flock mates are the reason you get up each morning – and especially on those mornings when everything in your being tells you this is a day much better spent in bed.
But you get up anyway. Because they are your heart….your whole heart.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
