My dad called from Lancaster County. He was sitting in the bus outside of yet another little fabric store waiting on 32 women to secure their purchases and move onto the next stop. Boredom always pegs his pun meter completely out: “Well, have y’all chickened out?”
I laughed and referred the question to the Farmer himself.
After countless hours of work, D-Day was upon us and Glen Oaks Farm’s first bird placement was arriving in a sharp looking Pete.
The owner of the company that Ben grows for (Shenandoah Valley Organic) has been our friend for forever. In fact my mom’s claim to fame is that years ago Corwin brought out a coop full of the original organic chickens and they hung them with baler twine over our clothes line pole and dressed them quite happily. We had no idea how big this vision would grow to be. And it’s still growing. Anyhow I’m super excited/thankful to see my Ben friend getting this opportunity to join forces with them.
We got the fun of dumping the crates of hours old baby chicks into their new home.
It would’ve been a pretty big job if it hadn’t been for our confident air traffic control man shouting out orders 😂
Growing Farmer Focus birds is old hat for the twins-they’ve done it for years (or at least the 19 months they’ve been on the planet) but they were still delighted by all the baby birds.
And so begins a new chapter.
As I watched the transformation from the old, dark, silent buildings to the bright, warm, loud (baby chicks are so noisy) chicken houses, my mind went to Isaiah 43:19 “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”
It’s a beautiful thing to look back over the last steps of the journey and to see God truly has made a way in the wilderness.
Thank you, Jesus