No More Roosters

On Friday, I had to go to the feed store to buy
chicken feed. Well, let me back up, earlier in the week
I watched a news special on people who hoard animals.
It really rattled me. Because as I watched it, I saw the
same tenancies in myself. Those poor people, something
happened in their lives to trigger the need to be loved.
The one thing they kept saying was " I never set out
to have hundreds of animals, I don't know how this happened."

As I watched those people I thought, I could be friends with
all of them, in every case they were just sweet people, that
life got away from them.

I started looking at my own life and saw, if I was not careful,
I could be just like that. I knew that playing in the back
of my mind was hen+rooster= chicks. I knew that my life
could just as easily get away from me.

So yesterday, in the feed store I was talking to my niece,
(my brother owns the feed store) and I asked her did they
still take roosters? She said they did and I told her what
kind I had and she said that she would get a pen cleaned and
ready for them.

It was really hard, I mean really hard, I came home, caught them
put them in a box, and took them back down to the feed store.
The whole way, I kept wanting to turn around and come back
home, my mind kept saying, " you could just keep one."

I kept remembering those poor people with the dogs and cats,
and I knew I had to do this. I put them in a really nice cage, in
fact they were pretty happy.
My family laughs at me about how much I take care of my chickens,
and how much I feed them, but my brother takes even better care
of his chickens. He had one cage that had a sign on it that said, "Not
For Sale." Then he had a cage with really nice hens, that M. Said, "
Go ahead and take as many of those hens you want if you want them."
I said " No way, I don't need any more hens."

It is very peaceful out in the chicken pen today. Very quiet, I slept in,
I never sleep in, but still I am a bit sad, I liked those roosters. I won't
let my mind go to what might happen to them. They are after all,
chickens. You eat chickens.

Now today, I am going to do some chicken rearranging and I am going
to clean and get the pens all pretty again. When I went out there in
the evening, it seemed so empty. I will get used to it, but really,
the hens were quite okay with no roosters.

I hope your Saturday is a nice day,

Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!

(Psalm. 107:6)