Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Another Beautiful Day
I wanted to write this morning and tell you that the hen was
not eaten by the fox. When I went to feed she was waiting
ever so patiently well not that she did have a look on her
face like, " Really, you left me out all night." Then she
took one look at me and really freaked, she knew I was
not her owner and wanted to hide from me. I just grabbed
some cracked corn and threw some to her.
Later after I had fed and watered and did everything like
get the mail and feed the outside cats, I wanted to pen her up.
I never could. She just kept running from me.
I left and came home. Then last night when I went over to take
care of them she was already in the little house. She learned fast.
I am still very afraid of the rooster. I know that if I turn my back on him,
he will let me have it. His spurs are so long. At least two inches. The do look
like knives growing out of his feet.
I picked up a stick last night and backed around him and kept my eye on him.
I was so glad when he finally walked into the coop and I could inch my way around
the hens and cluck to them to get in the coop.
I have this nice cozy relationship with my hens. We visit and I talk to them and
they sing and talk and come and wait by my feet to be picked up. I can sit out
in my chair in the yard and they will all come up and scratch and even jump up
in my lap, then jump down after a few pets.
Taking care of someone Else's chickens the chickens don't know my language.
They have question mark looks on their faces. They are trying to figure out
if I am a friend or a foe. Even when I give them food, they just look at it,
instead of digging in like my chickens do.
So my thought is always, the only way I could make them understand would be
to know chicken. Then of course, it becomes clear why God had to become one
of us. That was the only way He could show us how to be what He wants us to be.
He gave us a book, but it isn't until it is lived out in front of you, that you can understand
what someone wants.
My chicken's know me because I have raised them from chicks. My SIL, chickens
don't know me because I am not their owner. They won't follow someone else.
So these are my thoughts from the chicken pen. I hope you have a wonderful