enthusiasm knows no bounds

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en-THOOS-zee-az-uhm; noun;  absorbing or controlling possession of the mind by any interest or pursuit; lively interest.

But did you know that enthusiasm also means;  any of various forms of extreme religious devotion, usually associated with intense emotionalism and a break with orthodoxy.

The word comes from the Greek (once again) enthusiasmus, meaning possession by a god or having a god within.  I vote for this one!

Not at all a comfortable concept for the skeptics in our midst who want to throw cold water on our enthusiasm.  I inherited mine from my mother who at age 90 collapses into giggles with the slightest provocation and wakes up each day with a new idea (often a recycled one) to get excited about.  Needless to say, she’s a pretty popular lady.

I get my enthusiasm back by reminding myself of some warm fuzzy . . .like my chickens, who are right now going through the orderly transition of welcoming two new chicks into their coop life.  Not a pretty sight or sound, I must say, but no one’s getting hurt.

Having studied social anthropology in college, I understand that different cultures have widely varying ceremonies of initiation to adulthood. . .and chickens are no different.  In fraternities they call it hazing.  In chicken society they call it establishing the pecking order, and they do it with a great deal of enthusiasm (not shared by the younger newcomers).

I watched a bit of it yesterday to make sure no one was getting hurt.  Rajani and Rukmini, who are now about 3 months old, were huddled together, beaks to the corner and heads down.  Blackberry, a tiny hen with a big chip on her shoulder, was seizing the opportunity to  improve her status by pecking nastily at the newcomers.  Silently the big hens moved into a circle around the new ones and  Big Mamma, the number one hen,  commenced to peck gently at Rajani and Rukmini, not disturbing a single feather, but giving them the required initiation, which they accepted with woeful cheeps.  Thank goodness for anthropology lesson or I would have had to hurl my body in between them!

But back to the enthusiasm part.  You see, soon I will have blue green eggs in addition to brown and cream colored ones of all sizes.  Now that’s something to get excited about!

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