March 19, 2026 The Joy Of Chickens
The little strut.
The fluffy feather shake.
The side-eye.
The busy scratching and soft commotion of a whole tiny world carrying on like it matters … because it does.
They make me giggle.
Not just me, either. Everybody.
They are almost always the grandbabies’ first stop, and I understand why. Chickens are lively little reminders that God tucked delight into ordinary places.
And, right in the middle of their feathery fellowship, is Bob – the orphan bottle calf. Sweet Bob, with his little flock of surrogate mamas and aunties. There is always one chicken with him, and sometimes a half dozen, gathered close in his pen like they’ve appointed themselves keepers of comfort.
“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” Psalm 150:6
Maybe that is part of their lesson – creation does not wait for perfect conditions to live, move, and praise. It simply keeps showing up in the light it has been given.
Maybe the holiest thing some days is to laugh,
gather close,
love what is near,
and receive the small bright mercies God has already scattered around our feet.
Notice the small.
Find a giggle in an ordinary place – and really notice the surge in your heart of that bit of joy.
If you can’t find any – visit a chicken – guaranteed cure 😉
In His Love and Light,
Angie