Hubby Dear was woken up early yesterday morning. Very early… 4:30 a.m. By a loudly clucking chicken. I began to stir when I heard him getting ready to take care of whatever varmint was causing the clamour outside. And then we listened. It wasn’t a distressed sort of noise a hen makes when threatened by a fox. Or the “laying an egg” sound. Just a consistent, continuous, LOUD clucking. We squinted out the window for a few seconds, and then Hubby headed out into the frozen tundra.
Evidently one of the hens decided to sleepwalk. We’re not sure if she was heading to or from the Goat Barn, or if April (the goat) had booted her out, but there she was, standing in the middle of the Chicken Yard, lost in the snow, and unable to find her way home. Completely exposed, a black speckled Silver Wyandotte standing in the middle of a white, snow-covered yard, clucking with all her might. It’s a good thing the local fox is a sound sleeper. Silly Girl.
All Hubby had to do was shine the flashlight on the Chicken House, and she headed home. Simple as that. Isn’t it amazing that Light can clear up our confusion, and send us heading in the right direction… back to the safety of home? Let’s keep looking for the Light, instead of standing out in the wilderness, hollering “Come and get me!”
The entrance of Thy words giveth light;
it giveth understanding unto the simple.