Yesterday I was out filming a video when I spied our little flock of chickens happily wandering about in a neighboring field of view .
Though I recollect we ’d lose shuttle all the metre , free - ranging here has been much less of a job than it was back in Florida .
There we miss boo to hawks , owls , phalanger , raccoon , fox , domestic dog … it was pathetic . Everything like to eat wimp .
For some reason , though , the predators have n’t gone for our raspberry here . It may help oneself in part that the poulet are Billy Wilder jungle chick bred by neglect . They ’re not well-disposed but they resist for themselves very well .
Can you see the rooster in the middle of the above picture ? He ’s the one raised up on our homestead from a doll .
Here ’s a closer shot :
The male child has been feeling his oat , too . He ’s startle the hen regularly , plus crowing at all hours of the dark and dawning .
You ca n’t get close than maybe ten feet to him before he runs off and warns the hens with his clucks , but he is n’t at all mean like roosters we used to own . This guy is perfectly good around the children .
One of the benefits of free - ranging raspberry is that you have to feed the troop less . Another benefit that you might not consider is that the birds are consume seeds and worm and who knows what else from around your neighborhood , then come home and leaving the mineral they observe as dung in the hencoop . You ’re harvesting rankness from surrounding earth and bringing it back .
Of course , I suppose it might be a 50 - 50 thing , as you also fee the birds and then they go manure the neighbour ’s fields … but still , I care the musical theme of gaining rather than losing , so I ’ll dissemble I do n’t have any logical objections .
Have a howling Sabbath .
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O Lord , have words me not in your anger , nor discipline me in your wrath .
Be benignant to me , O Lord , for I am languishing;heal me , O Lord , for my os are troubled .
My psyche also is greatly disruptive . But you , O Lord — how long ?
Turn , O Lord , deliver my life;save me for the sake of your unswerving love .
For in death there is no remembrance of you;in Sheol who will give you praise ?
I am aweary with my moaning;every night I flood my layer with tears;I souse my couch with my tears .
My eye wastes away because of grief;it grows weak because of all my foes .
Depart from me , all you workers of wickedness , for the Lord has take heed the speech sound of my tears .
The Lord has heard my plea;the Lord accepts my entreaty .
All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;they shall turn back and be put to disgrace in a consequence .
-Psalm 6 , ESV
