Last spring, my chickens were not laying any eggs at all. They were raised from chicks but I have raised many a chicken and knew that it was certainly due time for them to start laying eggs. A friend suggested that I put golf balls in their laying boxes and it sometimes gets them going. I guess seeing a round object gives them the desire to shoot more round objects out of their butts. Who knew? But I've done dumber things so why not? I gave it a try. Sure enough, they started popping them out daily.
Well that's been a year ago and I've since had a rooster on the chickens for a time, but he just up and died on me one day. I had no idea he was even sick. According to the Cowboy, I'm a good ranch manager that way. (eye roll here) He's the second rooster to do that to me. No apparent sign of sickness, to a chicken novice I guess, and just dropped dead. My big male goat Colonel Sanders did it to me too this year. Just up and died. But according to Emma, goats just do that to you. Fun Farm Fact number 207...goats just die.
For the last couple of weeks I've noticed this black hen never leaving the laying box. I have to fetch the eggs from under her bum every day. I was gone for five days and forgot to tell my neighbor to come and get the eggs so she got really excited thinking she was having some babies and then I swiped them all, and broke them for the cannibals to eat because ewwww. They'd been in the hot and under her too. They may have not been making a chick but they were darn sure overdone. The chickens were delighted for the feast. All but the black one of course. She was really mad at me. Okay, I made that part up. I have no idea if chickens have feelings. They are just hungry all the time. That's all I know. Anyway, even after I removed the large bunch of unfertilized eggs, remember...rooster died...can't hatch babies without the male...another fun farm fact for you. Chickens lay eggs no matter what but a rooster fertilized the eggs. Okay? We all good? Even after I removed the eggs, the golf ball remained. This chicken has never left the golfball since. She sits on it day and night.
That got me to thinking. We all do that don't we. With one thing or another? I don't mean we are literally sitting on a golf ball of course but we are sitting on some things that are never going to hatch. And we are sitting on some things that we shouldn't want to hatch. We've been in the same dull routine, day after day, just going through the motions and wondering why nothing great is happening. Well, no rooster.
Making things happen requires a little more effort than sitting on a golf ball. Sitting in the same job day after day, never applying yourself and wondering why you're not getting a promotion? Wanting to get closer to God but never going to church or reading your Bible? Wanting a better relationship with your spouse but changing nothing about yourself to get it? Sitting in front of a computer wanting to write a book but never typing a sentence? Looking at a place in the yard and wishing for a garden but never picking up a hoe. You dig? Well if you dig, you plant and then you hatch that idea, that goal, that dream. Things begin to happen when you decide to get up and make them happen.
So the moral of this story is this. Don't be like the little black hen. Get off your golf ball, get moving and make some magic happen. Don't worry...I'm trying to find her a rooster. It's pathetic to watch. (And trying to find her a rooster, well that is another funny story.)
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