chickens can be mean
No wonder people feel it's okay to eat them. Dave's comment was that our human tendency to racism and distrust of migrants and immigrants (territorialism) must come from the same place. But - People! - we must try to be better than chickens.
I put Dot and Peanut Butter in the new coop at nightfall last night and Peanut Butter immediately attacked Dot. I shut the door and that was the equivalent of shutting off the lights and they got along all night (I could see in the baby monitor). They slept side by side. But this morning as soon as I opened a window and the day started PB was after Dot again. You would think - I thought - that the weakest and lowest would band together and be friends but I guess in the world of chickens if you are one rung up you will still want to lord it over the next one down. Drama! Well, we are only into the first hour of their day together. It might get better - I hope. I feel sorry for Dot - I am having a lot of sympathy for her after having her in the house with us and getting to know her.
Is this what God feels like looking down on us? Trying to arrange things for the best for us and we just won't have it - always hating and wanting to fight, being selfish and wanting it all? Is God very frustrated with us? Maybe I shouldn't even try to play god? Having chickens, having any animal, even dogs and cats (lizards, fish in tanks) is playing god though. Trying to provide the best for them. But then it doesn't work and you want to turn it over to the real God.
Okay - change of plans - executive god decision. I can't stand watching PB pecking on Dot anymore. I just now left PB out into the yard and let all the other chickens out into the yard. I have now decreed Dot will be alone, cooped up in the new little coop by herself for now, safe from harassment.
Everybody gone except Dot. Taken through the kitchen window - the best window for chicken coop watching. Yes, that is snow on the roof - it's snowing today.
I put Dot and Peanut Butter in the new coop at nightfall last night and Peanut Butter immediately attacked Dot. I shut the door and that was the equivalent of shutting off the lights and they got along all night (I could see in the baby monitor). They slept side by side. But this morning as soon as I opened a window and the day started PB was after Dot again. You would think - I thought - that the weakest and lowest would band together and be friends but I guess in the world of chickens if you are one rung up you will still want to lord it over the next one down. Drama! Well, we are only into the first hour of their day together. It might get better - I hope. I feel sorry for Dot - I am having a lot of sympathy for her after having her in the house with us and getting to know her.
Is this what God feels like looking down on us? Trying to arrange things for the best for us and we just won't have it - always hating and wanting to fight, being selfish and wanting it all? Is God very frustrated with us? Maybe I shouldn't even try to play god? Having chickens, having any animal, even dogs and cats (lizards, fish in tanks) is playing god though. Trying to provide the best for them. But then it doesn't work and you want to turn it over to the real God.
Okay - change of plans - executive god decision. I can't stand watching PB pecking on Dot anymore. I just now left PB out into the yard and let all the other chickens out into the yard. I have now decreed Dot will be alone, cooped up in the new little coop by herself for now, safe from harassment.
Everybody gone except Dot. Taken through the kitchen window - the best window for chicken coop watching. Yes, that is snow on the roof - it's snowing today.