Call Me Beautiful!

A farm has many layers of experience.  Today I saved a baby chickens life.  I saw the little chicken lying on the ground with it's eyes greyed over gasping for breath.  I picked it up and it's long neck couldn't hold up it's head.  At first I thought that the neck was broken and I held the head so the neck was straight.  I then saw that there was food blocking it's throat.  I had a bobby pin in my pocket and took it out to pull the food out of it's throat.  Then I dropped water into its beak and the chicken began to choke out some of the food that was deeper and took a breath.

It was such a little moment in time, but at the same time it was moving.  It brings to mind a poem...

Little drops of water 

Little grains of sand

Make the mighty ocean 

And the beauteous land

Little deeds of kindness, 

Little words of love, 

Make our earth an Eden, 

Like the heaven above

And the little moments, 

Humble though they be, 

Make the mighty ages. 

Of eternity.

Mrs. J. A. Carney (1845) 

And now for the beautiful faces

 

There is love and laughter, frustration and disappointment.  There is surprise and profound joy on this farm.  As little Charlie always says... This is all life MawMaw