My husband, never one to let grass grow under his feet and an eter nal optimist, had another brilliant idea for our farm. He decided to get some guinea hens. (I see a smirk spreading across the face of those of you who have had guineas. Stop it right now.)
He went to a farm and bought eight of them last week. He brought them home in our giant dog crate and dumped them (I mean, let them out gently) in our barn. Having thought this through a little bit, he had closed all the barn doors so they couldn’t escape. They were on one side of the barn and our laying hens were on the other (we had brought them into the barn when the weather got freezing). All was well, or so we thought.
The first day, all was well. Everyone stayed in their place. The second day they had flip-flopped and the guineas were in the hens place and hens in guineas. The third day the hens were all over the barn and the guineas were nowhere to be found. (I still see you smirking. Stop it right now.) Turns out, they were across the street at our neighbor’s house.
When he herded them back, they went into the tall grassy area by the side of our house. They seem to like it there. They hide in those tall grasses and we can’t find them. It’s amazing how quiet eight loud-mouthed guineas can be when they want to be. After a few days, he herded them into one of our fenced pastures, where we keep the livestock, to do their job. Their job being to eat ticks and parasites and other varmints that live on farms with livestock. We’ve even heard they eat snakes and mice.
All was well, until the next morning when we got a call from another neighbor that they were in his front yard and he’d like them removed. So my husband herded them back down the street and put them in the pasture with the cows.
We’ve become a little anxious in the mornings when we wake up. The first thing we do is look out and see if we can find the guineas anywhere on our ten acres. This morning, we couldn’t see them at all, so my husband got in his truck and looked in all our neighbor’s pastures. By the time he got back to the house, they had magically appeared in our front yard. Now, Bill is not a patient man and these guineas are trying his patience big time. A few more times herding them out of our neighbor’s yards and they may end up on our Christmas table.
I hope you savor the moments of this holy season and in the middle of the hustle and bustle, take time to remember the grace that came down in that baby in the manger and to thank Him for His grace. For what would we be without it?