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Our poultry live happy, free-range lives until B Day
This tale of the chickens' demise started out innocently enough. I had no idea that I was setting myself up for a disaster of massive proportions.
Nothing seems to go according to plan when you are the mother of nine children on a hobby farm. This time problems began when the butcher phoned us to change our slaughtering day to the very same weekend as a conference that my husband was attending.
Putting on a positive front, I assured Michael that since our oldest son was old enough to drive to the neighbour's large freezers,... (more)
They sit in the kitchen – Mr and Mrs L – overlooking a backyard of woodpiles, wheelbarrows and tussocks of native grass. It’s early autumn. The pungent scent of the last of a rambling Chinese jasmine wafts across the yard and mingles with the smell of last night’s rain. The weekend menagerie headcount is underway over fruit toast and espresso.
Being Saturday, it’ll be hours before Little L, now 19 years old, emerges to join the human race. Inheriting Mrs L's good looks, he’s prone to late nights and a string of girlfriends.
At the rear of the yard the chickenhouse sits under giant... (more)
...had hauled for me and then left me so he could complete his own chores in the large attached barn. A few minutes later, out of sheer habit ,he silently locked the door to the chicken coop and proceeded to ploughed through the heavy snow and into our warm house.
I was lingering with the chickens, scattering extra corn and grain to help the chickens keep warm. There was no wind in there in the coup but was cold. I attempted to leave but the door was securely bolted from the outside. I yelled for my husband but he was long gone and the house was too far away for him to hear me.... (more)
...better describe our intelligent, resident fox. Red consistently fooled our dumb guard dog by laying his foxy scent in pointless circles. He knew that Shadow, our dog, would follow his nose mindlessly and not use his eyes. However, we soon discovered that Red was even more adept at nabbing chickens than outwitting our dog.
About five years ago, Michael was by the house when suddenly a streak of red caught his eye. He realized, with surprise, that this was our fox, out in broad daylight. Michael lost sight of him but he yelled for our dog a moment later when he saw a large, white... (more)
... of success.
All this leads up to what I want to share with you today... my favorite Rena story. It's one that she tells at the end of any given speaking event, and was the one she ended with on this particular day. It's one that moved my heart and rocked my world. It is the story of Chickens and Eagles. There is a very old story with similar wording, but she tells it with a different point of view in that it's ok to be either because "being your best knows no titles." I will not even try to tell it to you like she would. It means so much to me and I hold it so closely to my ... (more)
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