Adventures in chickens...

This past spring John and I embarked on an experiment. We are blessed to have a nice piece of property. We also have lots of room between us and our neighbors. Soooo, we decided to start raising chickens. On a Spohr of the moment thing, we purchased 4-one day old chicks and have been feeding and growing the dumb little creatures for 5 months. Now we have 1 rooster and 2 hens, Pa, Ma and Henrietta (the widow). I thought naming them would make it hard if we decided to eat one, but the kids are all about eating Pa since he is mean and trys to flog them. (Anytime we have chicken Joy asks if it's Pa we are eating)

Now, chickens are REALLY dumb, have you ever thought... "Oh the poor little creatures", maybe when you passed the semi carrying a couple hundred to their death and eventually to your dinner table. No? I have. I once lived in a place with plenty of chickens and you would see the little buggers and smell the little things all the time. Now that I have started raising them I realize just how really stupid they are. Well maybe not so stupid as completely instinctual. And just who is running the whole operation.
You buy the little furry things and they do their thing. eat poop eat poop eat poop and grow... You don't, or even can't teach them anything really. They just get into a routine. Then they grow out of the current housing facility and you move them. Lock them up for a few days in that "house" and whala, they go back there. They all get big and soon the rooster is the boss and everything and everyone is the enemy. I didn't tell him to be a male chicken, I didn't treat him any different than the hens, so why did he become a dominating rooster? God made him that way. Hard wired to multiply and protect. Now the hens, they started laying eggs, in the bushes. I didn't know when they would start laying eggs and I thought that if I didn't feed them food for laying they wouldn't. Should I forget who is in control? God made those little creatures start laying eggs. Not because I did anything but because He does it all.
I put in a little effort and He gives and gives. Isn't it like that with all of our lives. We put in very little effort and He just continues to bless us. We even screw up and still we are blessed. We but say "Lord, I need you" and He is there, picking us up and brushing us off to bless us more.