Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Egg!

The farmer of the house is sick. Yes, Zachary is unavailable for his flock of five chickens and thus it falls to someone else to take up his responsibilities while he is recovering. Who will it be? Dad? Yes, the torch has been handed over, quite temporarily mind you, to the least qualified person in the house. Fish are no problem. Chickens are another matter. I have never had to do this before because Zachary takes his work seriously. Now I am watering chickens (not quite like plants for you novices out there) and feeding them. They are intense eaters and can eat a lot considering they do it one grain at a time. I went out with Amelia and they were eating out of her hand. Others go to a petting zoo, we go to the side of the yard.

One of the duties of the farmer is to check for eggs. I also had never done this, and it is a rather awesome experience. There was in fact one egg. The small brown egg was as smooth as can be. Wow! What a miracle of creation is represented by this process that no doubt occurs billions of times a day on this planet. I look at the egg and my thought can be summed up like this: "A fool says in his heart, there is no God." That fool should be a farmer for a day.


1 comment:

Ma Ingalls with ADHD said...

OH YEH!!!! we have our first flock of 9 laying and LOVE IT!!!!