I see it first, while driving down our country lane as the glowing sun spills light over these golden-stubbled farmfields. It’s a lost hen, dancing a weary little circle over by the mailbox. She’s flown the coop and can’t find her way back home.
The girls tumble out of the car, drop their backpacks on the gravel driveway and try to catch a befuddled bird. I am of no help, still in my pajamas, and barefoot. All I can do is sit at the steering wheel and laugh.
Farmer Tim, the hen’s owner, drives by on his way to chores, but turns around on the highway when he sees that one of his hens is running around like a … well … like a chicken with its head cut off.
Farmer Tim pulls in, then walks an unhurried pace toward that frazzled hen, which has now waddled into weeds. The farmer walks the unrushed pace of a man who knows exactly who is going to win this battle. He catches up to the lost hen, trapped against dense brush along the fence line.
The rescuer picks up that hen, tucks her in the crook of his arm.
I nod my head and laugh. Yeah, I’ve done my own kind of Chicken Dance a time or twenty. I’ve flown the coop before, gotten all dazed and confused, unsure how to find my way home.
And I see it here, when that farmer walks up out of the ditch with his rescued bird in his arms. The best way to get home is maybe to let yourself get caught. The best way to really move forward is to stop in your tracks and let your Master carry you home.
I’m participating in GypsyMama’s Five-Minute Friday today. Before I took the girls down to the bus stosp at the end of the driveway this morning, I checked her word-prompt. It was this: Catch. 🙂 So you can imagine how amused I was when, a few minutes later, I watched the neighbor farmer trying to catch his lost chicken at the end of our driveway. I so wished that I had my camera along. The photo above was taken a few years ago over at their farm.
Care to join The Gypsy Mama? Write for five minutes on “catch.”