Chicken photography by: Rolf Hagberg Photography
Over Valentine’s Day/Presidents Day weekend we were in St. George visiting Grandma and Grandpa Beckwith. We went to eat at a restaurant called Culver’s which serves high quality burgers. Anna ordered chicken tenders (we called them nuggets). She took a couple of bites and then refused to eat them complaining that, “They tasted too much like chicken and that she liked the ones that didn’t taste like chicken.” (ie: the dinosaur shaped ones)
Monday morning we woke up to a big chicken mess in our yard. As of Sunday we only had two chickens left out of our original flock. We have several predators around here that have a hard time passing up a good chicken meal including hawks, racoons, a fox that lives in a thicket on the other side of our fence and cougars (there are occasional sightings in our neighborhood). The chicken who lost it’s life on Monday was beheaded and disemboweled but left on our lawn. Rosie, the remaining chicken came over to investigate. As she was standing there looking over her companion Lizzie looked out and imagining that Rosie was feeling pretty sad said, “I wish chickens understood the Plan of Salvation.” I’m just glad that our children understand it well enough that they can feel hope even in the face of death.
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