Holy Spirit tends to teach me a lot when caring for chickens.  I'm resisting the urge to ask Him if He's comparing my brain with the size of theirs.  I'm a little nervous about what His answer may be. Today's lesson involved collecting produce. I opened the nesting boxes today, and a hen was still in one of the boxes.  As I reached in to collect the eggs, she pecked me!!  I flicked her back, perturbed that she would have the audacity to peck ME!  I feed her.  I make sure she

This morning I cleaned out my chicken coop. It is not a pleasant task.  It stinks.  Literally.  Like "how am I ever going to get this odor out of my clothes" kind of stink. The reason for this odiferous chore is because *stuff* builds up over time.  Yes, the byproduct of any animal is raw, unadulterated fertilizer.  You get my meaning. I avoid this task.  I make excuses for not doing it.  "It's too wet, or hot" or simply "I will do it tomorrow." But it's very important for th