Of all my chickens, Pearl is the one who most enjoys being a chicken. She enjoys her “chicken-ness” to the utmost! Being the youngest and last to become egg-laying hens, she and Blanche were very inquisitive about the whole “nesting box thing.” But, of course, Pearl took even that to the extreme!
Laying eggs was the biggest mystery of all time as far as Pearl was concerned. She made quite a nuisance of herself too trying to see just how it is done. She would climb right into the nesting box with Gracie or Bessie to get a closer look at whatever it was they were doing in secret.
If laying eggs was part of being a chicken, then Pearl wanted to do that too! She just couldn’t quite figure out how it worked. All I could really do was tell her “Stop rolling those eggs around!” (Somehow that was supposed to help her understand where eggs came from.) “Stop poking around back there! Give her some privacy!” (This is something Pearl still does not understand.)
When she decided to sit with Gracie or Bessie in the nesting box, she seemed frustrated nothing was happening for her like it was for them. She even tried making egg-laying noises, but no egg appeared. It did seem to help when I told her, “Don’t worry, Sweetie. You’ll know what to do when the time comes.”
Maybe that’s the way it is with giving gifts too. We are designed to give. It’s just what we do. When it’s time to give, everything just falls into place and we figure out what to give and how to give it.
Chickens give the gift of eggs. At least that’s the way I look at it, and I try to always tell them, “Thank you so much.”
And people? Well, I think perhaps the greatest gift a person can give is the gift of words. Words can heal. Words can restore. Words can build. Words can give hope. Words can change a life.
My Life With Gracie gave me a new look at how we are made to give.
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