Candi’s three hens are laying beautiful brown eggs. These are pet hens Candi has grown from chicks who would sit on her shoulder. Now Candi is sharing eggs with us. Amazing!
Seeing those perfectly shaped eggs made me think of the years when I was the egg girl at our house. I learned many lessons about timeliness, faithfulness and not telling Mamma the hens hadn’t laid that day when actually I’d broken them all. I learned that chickens can get salt poisoning when their feed is too salty and someone forgets to water them. Mamma was very sad about losing those hens. I learned how baby chicks are so soft and adorable and how, when allowed out of their safe pen, they become adorable dinner for a swiftly pouncing hawk.
But I learned something else from those chickens. The rooster was always happy when morning came. He crowed before it was even daylight. I could never feel cross about his crowing because he sounded so happy. Just happy for another day.
But the hens sounded happy all day grazing the yard for worms and such. They made a certain chuckling sound as they meandered along. It almost sounded as if they were talking to each other. I didn’t know what they were saying but I was sure they weren’t grumbling about having to hunt for worms. It sounded more as if they were playing while they worked. When it was feeding time they had a wonderful party. They jostled and pounced on their scattered grain, playfully competing with each other over the bountiful feast, sometimes getting raucous in their eagerness.
But the happiest sounds of all were when the hens announced freshly laid eggs. There was a certain utter joy expressed by a hen as she cackled loudly that all chickens might know she had produced another marvelous, perfectly formed brown egg. It was a sound of great enthusiasm no one could miss.
Thinking about Candi’s three hens, I thought beyond the happiness of hens making a day’s super production and all their other daily delights. I thought about us. We have far more to be happy about than those hens. But do we raise our voices in hallelujahs and let those around us know the good things the Lord has done for us?
Robert Louis Stevenson wrote the lines “The world is full of a number of things; I think we should all be as happy as kings.” The question follows, are kings really happy? Mr. Stevenson, might we be allowed to change your lines a little? “The world is full of a number of things; I think we should all be as happy as hens.”
All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast. Proverbs 15:15