Today’s thought: Some farmer I am. These new funky breeds of chickens sure fooled this ole country boy. I had decided that Maxine, our blue whiskered chicken, was just a late bloomer and that one day she would fetch the courage to start shooting out those breakfast bullets. I know that I can be a little slow on some things, but this one slap dab embarrasses a fellar planning on making a go of this farming scene. Turns out that Maxine is closer to a Max.
I guess that I could have done a bit of investigating to determine the gender of Max, but I figure that there I would not invade such privacy of a chicken. Shoot, Max was just too purty to be a rooster. Turns out that these new fangled breeds even make fine looking roosters. Who would have guessed?
Well, I had noticed that Max was hanging out in the top bunk. Yeah, I built bunk beds for my feathered critters. He would hang in the house even on days which screamed “sunshine” and the others were roaming the grounds looking for a red worm to ease his head out of the soil. And ever night or so, a ruckus would rise me from the house and out on the porch with the shotgun. I thought a coyote must have stirred the house. Turns out that Max must have snuggled too close for the Grand Rooster’s comfort. Well, to make a long story shorter – Max turned up injured. I hit the chicken house roof because my gander can rise to pitch roof heights when I smell a bully – man, beast or fowl. So, I put the Grand Rooster out by himself away from the rest of the flock. The ruckus has been at magnified levels. The Dalton Chicken House reminds me of a few scenes of Animal House. Well, one rooster has to go and we have found a grand home for our purty hen that turns out to be a purty rooster. Now, where in the coop can we find a way to turn this into some kind of message fitting for a devotion? Seriously, any ideas of how we can turn “two roosters in a henhouse” into a Word? I tell you what. You think on it. I think God wants you to dwell a minute and listen. I bet you get a Word. He seeks to speak to you if you seek to take a moment to hear. There are some pretty awesome insightful folks out there reading my lingo. Fill my wagon with your insights. Today’s prayer: God, fill us with your grand thoughts. Speak to us even from the origination of something as bizarre as “two roosters in a henhouse.” Be Blessed, Country Side
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