OK-2 posts in a day. New record. Big deal.
Writing fast, as I am sure someone called the police. We herded 7 of the 8 hens into the enclosed area around the coop tonight--no more free range chickens pooping all over the patio for us!
The one who stayed out? The Black Hen--the aloof chick.
So-I waited until dark, knowing she would roost up in the big old spruce. Snuck out and grabbed her by the hind legs. I suppose chickens don't actually have fore legs... She let out a scream that almost curdled my blood. And she kept on with it until I got her across the yard and into the chicken area. I am sure someone thought a felony assault was being committed in our yard, so I am waiting for the officers to arrive anytime. If they send the SWAT team, I hope they bring chicken frying oil with them.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Where is that magical tool?
OK--I'm a dad. I admit it. Dads fix things. Especially things dealing with those closest to you. And we get really frustrated when we can't fix something. Especially when family is involved.
Mom and I went up to the Palouse this weekend to be with the Oscar and Poppy while their parents came down here to run. And they paid money to run a long ways, but that is another story. So, I was content that we were helping some of the kids by setting up Grandma/pa boot camp for a few days. Then we get a call Sat that Muma had taken a fall and bumped her head-guess she did not listen as the doctor said "no more grandmas jumping on the bed...". Anyway, I talk with mom, get on the computer/phone, change flights to cut our time short by a couple of days, talked with the running kids to be sure they can be back for a timely hand off of the younguns before we have to drive up to Spokane to the airport, so we can get Mom back here to take care of her mom. Then, when we get here and get a bit settled in, one of the other kids has a heart to heart with me about how hard it is to grow up, and the typical struggles of transitioning to adulthood.
OK, break a bike--I can fix it. Knock down a section of fence, bend a screen on the window breaking into the house, have the hose spring a leak, have the clothes dryer die--I can fix most of those things. But the getting older and needing more care, and the hearts that are bruised by this life--those just frustrate me because I can't do much more than listen and try to do fluffy, inconsequential stuff. The real fix comes from that magical tool talked about in Alma 7:11-12-- "And he shall go forth suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind...." (yes, I can quote it, but we need to see those words in front of our teary eyes sometimes). That is the only magical fix I know.
Bring me the broken bikes, appliances, sprinkling systems--I will try to fix those. I can only offer band-aids to the broken hearts and spirits. We have to go to our Elder Brother for the fix.
Mom and I went up to the Palouse this weekend to be with the Oscar and Poppy while their parents came down here to run. And they paid money to run a long ways, but that is another story. So, I was content that we were helping some of the kids by setting up Grandma/pa boot camp for a few days. Then we get a call Sat that Muma had taken a fall and bumped her head-guess she did not listen as the doctor said "no more grandmas jumping on the bed...". Anyway, I talk with mom, get on the computer/phone, change flights to cut our time short by a couple of days, talked with the running kids to be sure they can be back for a timely hand off of the younguns before we have to drive up to Spokane to the airport, so we can get Mom back here to take care of her mom. Then, when we get here and get a bit settled in, one of the other kids has a heart to heart with me about how hard it is to grow up, and the typical struggles of transitioning to adulthood.
OK, break a bike--I can fix it. Knock down a section of fence, bend a screen on the window breaking into the house, have the hose spring a leak, have the clothes dryer die--I can fix most of those things. But the getting older and needing more care, and the hearts that are bruised by this life--those just frustrate me because I can't do much more than listen and try to do fluffy, inconsequential stuff. The real fix comes from that magical tool talked about in Alma 7:11-12-- "And he shall go forth suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind...." (yes, I can quote it, but we need to see those words in front of our teary eyes sometimes). That is the only magical fix I know.
Bring me the broken bikes, appliances, sprinkling systems--I will try to fix those. I can only offer band-aids to the broken hearts and spirits. We have to go to our Elder Brother for the fix.
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