Wednesday, June 06, 2007

chick wisdom

She came out of the woods one day and sauntered around the corner of the house with four unexpected fluff balls in tow. She'd never let on that she had a nest out there. She'd been holding out--and this day was show-and-tell. If ever a hen exuded pride, she was it.

She had a right to that pride. Those chicks are perfect little hen-lets. Teensy eyes, stick-figure legs, miniature bodies so downy-light, the yellow seems to hover about them like an aura.

That first day, they followed her across the sea of gray concrete with their tiny hearts beating madly in their mini chests. Where was she taking them? Why? When I spoke to them (in practiced Chickese), they skittered to the far side of Mama, cocked their heads to this side and that, and stole quick, quizzical glances at the scary Womanzilla who is me.

I was patient. Those first few days, I tossed crumbs of toast or leftover cheesy bread at them from a far distance--but always with a spoken invitation in a quiet voice. After that, when I'd hear their little chirps and Mama's more persistent cluck, I'd open the sliding glass door and wait them out. They'd come nearer with cautious, scratchy steps ... closer, closer ... until they couldn't bring themselves to move another inch. At the edge of their courage, they'd wait for the handful of leftover brown rice or muffin bits I'd lob at them, again, while speaking. "Hello, babies," I'd say.

This morning, I looked up from the couch to see four small faces peering at me through the slider. They'd made it all the way to my door.

I opened it with a slow nudge and said, "There you are." At the sound they'd memorized, they hopped and fluttered and chirped. And they stayed right there, waiting for me, while I slipped out to join them on the step. I let a handful of quick oats drop through my fingers, and they dined at my feet.

Call me back, Lord. Draw me away from all that leaves me empty. In that voice You use--the one that soothes and lulls and comforts--draw me to Your feet. I need to dine today.

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7 Comment:

At 6/06/2007 1:36 PM, Blogger Faerylandmom had this to say ...

Awww...I love little chicks. Don't know if I could raise them, but they're awfully cute. What a fun surprise!

At 6/06/2007 7:32 PM, Blogger Lynetta had this to say ...

Precious, Shannon. Thank you for the reminder. And how often am I like a silly little chick that forgets Who feeds me? May we always remember where the best morsels come from :-)

At 6/07/2007 2:30 AM, Blogger blackpurl had this to say ...

what a beautiful sight and a precious story! Thanks for sharing.

At 6/07/2007 6:02 AM, Blogger Susan Kelly Skitt had this to say ...

Every once and a while we get a wild turkey Momma and her chicks crossing our property. One time she even roosted on our deck banister! The kids were amazed!

Your post is beautiful. I immediately thought of what Jesus said about his people Israel in Matthew 23. "...How often I wanted to gather your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!"

Oh may we learn to rest in the safety of the Almighty's everlasting wings. There's no better place to be.

At 6/07/2007 8:02 AM, Blogger Ginger had this to say ...

I loved this post, Shannon! What a delightful set of images, and heartfelt message.


At 6/07/2007 1:27 PM, Blogger Jay KTX had this to say ...

You are a master at phrasing and imagery - and always a joy to read.

At 6/13/2007 8:44 PM, Blogger Vicki had this to say ...

Always blessed by your stories. You have a special gift, Shannon. I've missed hearing from you. Hope all is well.


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