Peeled Poplar Ladies, A Sad Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife

I cradled the small bird in one hand and stroked it with the other as I sat on the back porch.

“I’m sorry baby chicken that you are hurt so bad.” My body shook as tears streamed down my face.

She rested in my lap for several minutes. Finally, we put her out of her misery.

That was hard.

It came after a long day. Tom had been working on the new coop for a few days. The chicks were too big for their brooder. Each time Tom and I changed the food or water, several of them flew to the edge and escaped.

The term, “Flew the coop” has a whole different meaning to me now that I’m a farmer’s wife.

We came up with an idea of using our new EZ Up Farmer’s Market tent set low to the ground. We surrounded it with mesh to house them in the field outside the farmhouse. Catching them in the brooder was difficult but doable.

Their first day foraging. Their first day on grass eating bugs.

If there were chicken class pictures, I’d have 73 of them.

What we didn’t think through was transferring them from the outside tent area back to their cleaned-out, moved-outside brooder. Catching 73 birds in a tent area provided quite a challenge. Many escaped under the mesh. Sam watched and barked and then he chased them.

One was severely injured in the chaos.

We placed her in a separate box, hoping she’d get better. She didn’t.

Animal husbandry is new to this city girl. It’s a big responsibility.

Cradling my little ameraucana chick gave me the opportunity to think through and appreciate some things.

It made me think through the Scripture passage in Matthew when Jesus said His Father knows when one sparrow falls. I’m glad He cared about my little chick.

My thoughts turned to the priests in the Old Testament, daily making blood sacrifices for the sins of the people. Innocent animals died to cover the transgressions of the guilty.

I thought of Jesus. Wounded for our transgression. Bruised for our iniquity.

The innocent for the guilty.

Hebrews 7 states:

23 “Now there have been many of those priests, since death prevented them from continuing in office; 24 but because Jesus lives forever, he has a permanent priesthood. 25 Therefore he is able to save completely[c] those who come to God through him, because he always lives to intercede for them.

26 Such a high priest truly meets our need—one who is holy, blameless, pure, set apart from sinners, exalted above the heavens. 27 Unlike the other high priests, he does not need to offer sacrifices day after day, first for his own sins, and then for the sins of the people. He sacrificed for their sins once for all when he offered himself. 28 For the law appoints as high priests men in all their weakness; but the oath, which came after the law, appointed the Son,who has been made perfect forever.”

Jesus. Our Perfect High Priest.

He died for us. And now He interceeds for us. Forever.

It makes me grateful.

Even though I only have 72 class pictures left.

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