The Chicken House Arrives

Last night while Matt was doing his nightly outside chores, one hen got down from her temporary roosting spot and followed Matt around the yard like a puppy. She was just sure he knew where her chicken house was. We were happy to see that two of the three chickens were safe and sound this morning, despite having not been locked up for the night. Unfortunately, we lost the Plymouth Bard Rock to a raccoon. Despite the lateness of the season, we're planning on looking into ways to at least partially replenish our flock before summer ends.

Tonight we'll make another attempt to capture the little Bantum rooster that refused to be caught yesterday back at the old house. If I would have had my druthers, he would have gone the way of the dinner table a long time ago, but Paul is attached to the little guy because "he's the only boy." That rooster was a cockle doodle doing yesterday, looking for his little harem. Too bad you can't explain anything to a chicken.

Today our friend Wayne drove his truck with the flatbed trailer and our chicken house to church. Wayne helps put away the chairs we use in our worship service every Sunday so that the gym can be used for other purposes during the week. He decided to bring our chicken house with him to church so that he could deliver it to our house right after the clean up was done. Since Matt still had to return the trailer we have been borrowing for the past month to its owners, I was elected to drive the Subaru with the emergency flashers behind the chicken house. We took a rather circuitous route through town in order to avoid as much traffic as possible.

We made it home without any problems. Matt arrived just a couple of minutes later. Wayne, Matt, Grace and Paul worked to get the chicken house off of the flatbed. All the while, one of the Rhode Island Reds kept a close eye on the proceedings. The chicken house now sits in its new location. It looks like it has always been there. I know the chickens will sleep well tonight.

The Lord has continued to absolutely amaze us with how He has worked out every single detail of this move. We had no idea how invaluable having the use of a trailer for a month would be to us, but God knew. We'd almost given up hope on moving our chicken house. The chicken house was a labor of love to me from Matt and I really didn't want to leave it. Then Wayne called yesterday and said he could move it. Our Lord's mercy and goodness are never ending and we are truly grateful (and so are our chickens).