This will be my first musing without the great benefit of the Richfield Reaper. As you may know, I’m running for reelection, and my weekly column in the newspaper is on hold during the election process.
I’m anxious to see how many are interested enough to come to our website or Facebook specifically to check in on the Mayor, or who may be here for other reasons and decide to spend a minute reading my thoughts.
I mentioned recently that I tested Richfield’s new chicken ordnance. I was rather excited to get six pullets (teenage chickens) and watch them grow into layers. When I told my brother-in-law that I had some chickens he said, “I’m sorry.” I was a little taken aback. I expected him to be enthused like I am.
Now after a couple months I understand why he may have said what he did. This is no cake walk. These girls are still teenagers. Even though they don’t come home late to the coop and slam the door like one of my daughters used to do, they do require constant monitoring.
Several have decided to fly out of the chicken coop/dog run. This has resulted in a new feather cut for one and a lecture to the others. I got a similar response years ago when I lined my teenagers up on the couch a laid down the rules. I think I saw a look of determination (or was it defiance) on their faces that was as good as a slap in the face. My children are now the masters of their own “coops”, and I sometimes enjoy watching their reactions to the same challenges they afforded me.
Summer is in full swing. Baseball is over except for all-stars and tournaments. Moms and Dads are getting up early and going to bed late. Lawns grow three inches every night if they have enough water and fertilizer. And soon you will hear people say that they had no idea their yard would be so much work when they put it in!
Next week I’ll report on more city stuff. Until then…..
Mayor David Ogden