Opening the container and seeing these farm fresh beauties, brought such a flood of memories. If I forget the nasty roosters, they were fun memories. Or, maybe I should say, laughable memories.
We had chickens on our farmette... free range chickens that would give us extra-nutritious, big brown eggs. The problem with those noisy creatures is that they thought free range meant they could go anywhere in the neighborhood! I usually caught them before they left our yard, but every once in a while, the entire flock (flock?) ended up 2 doors down, enjoying their new found buffet.
I, being the uptown girl who would never step foot uninvited into someone else's yard, did the only thing my pride would allow. I pushed my four year old daughter out the door and said "Go get them! Chase them back to our yard!"
While I hid behind the curtains and watched, she ran like a crazy woman, arms flailing, shoo-ing those stubborn creatures back to the safety of our acre-plus.
I don't know... when a child renders such a service, are you ever out of debt?
It still makes me laugh... Thank you, Marcie.
Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another. I John 4:11
2 comments:
Oh, that makes me feel so much better! I make my kids take out the dog and get the mail ALL the time when I am "indisposed". Hee hee! I suppose they'll do this to their children too. Your story made me smile. Those were happy times. :0)
That is too funny! I can just picture it. Ahhh... the joys of having your own "farm fresh eggs!" ~ RB
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