Country Mama
This was my home. My dream house dacha. My Russian crested friends often envied me. They had always wanted a piece of my hard-earned from scratch-on-ground wealth and riches.
When my crested royal family and relatives came to dwell with me and my brood in my four-story manor, I felt merrier. For it was better– and to the utmost– awesome! We flocked together in harmoniously like-feather fashion.
Humans that built my Dacha in the Woods I heard them name my house, were so kind to build infrastructure around my home so I would not squat in their massive land and be a constant prey to the foxes. Neither be degrading pests, nor eye sore, in the neighborhood– as well as– be prey to the prying keen-eyed eagles. Thanks to my human landlords– my good friends. Who gave me a fresh, new start when I came to their blessed land!
The memories of my humble beginnings are so vivid. Thanks to my human kind-hearted friends who adopted me and my family– with proper legal papers from a poultry village of ancestry of Russian breeds.
The humans and I worked hard. We kept our business ventures together, and independently of each other in great shape of stability and success! We were very happy and prosperous. You see, my Dacha In the Woods was indeed a sought-after royal habitat.
My humble free-range country house in the picture was my home. Yes! I built it!
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Question of
Are you touched by my humble-beginnings story?
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Meh
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Question of
Is my life story emotionally inspiring? Or entertainingly funny?
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Funny, I like it!
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Question of
Do you see the coming year, 2020 hopeful set up for success and happiness?
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Yes! As dawn!
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No
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When I think back on losing my soul mate and suddenly having to sell my house in Riga Latvia and returning to my homeland the US after 20+ years it was like a carousel ride and now I am looking forward to 2020 and starting a new decade and hoping this will be the one that will finally shine for me
Thank you for inspiring me about your journey in life. Every year comprises of shining bright new days for us, isn’t it? I wish you all the goodness in life all your days, RasmaSandra! 🙂
You went through a lot and survived to tell about it. I hope the years keep getting better.
Thank you. I quite enjoyed this writing assignment. Using an animal, of which, I chose to write in the speaking voice of a Russian chicken Orloff. The picture above still stands in our property in the country. We, my children, built a bigger well-fenced chicken coop closer to that run-down chicken house.
Thank you for coming on to my story. 🙂
What a beautiful and shocking story, dear friend … it must have been one great life experience for you … I wish you all the best in the new year of P.S., are you from Russia? HAPPY NEW YEAR!
LOL! Yes, from my ancestral breed of crested hens. We are sort of, in a way, exotic one-of-a-kind breed. In ancient times, we were called the, Orloffs.
Thanks for the kind explanation