Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Night of Terror

I don’t want to mislead you into thinking I was terrorized on Friday night. No, it wasn’t me. It was the peeps.

I woke up in the dead of night, as is my custom, prepared to lay there in the dark until sleep claimed me again. But I kept thinking I heard cheeping noises. I'm familiar with the normal night sounds of crickets and frogs, but as I strained my ears I felt pretty certain this was cheeps. I got out of bed and opened the back porch door to listen and then I was sure it was the peeps. So I shook Builderman awake and said, “Your peeps are cheeping when their supposed to be sleeping. You’d better check on them.”

I won’t give you the blow by blow details since I didn’t even want to know. But when Builderman came back in more than an hour later, the report was of massive casualties. Something had torn through the chicken wire and 12 of 15 chicks were dead or missing. Our first thought was that it was the coyotes that have been really close to the house recently. Here is the line-up of three perps. Which do you think is guilty of this crime?

A. Annie the Lab

B. Rocky Racoon

C. Wiley Coyote

We finally got back to bed and had almost drifted back to sleep when there was a clatter. Builderman jumped to his feet and grabbed the flashlight and ran outside to see red eyes glinting back at him from within the pen. He had placed boards over the torn chicken wire for a temporary repair at 2:30 in the morning and that sweet black lab pictured was busted… she was IN the coop. AGAIN. Our own dogs are guilty, guilty, guilty and have been in the dog house for days. Granted, they have a proclivity to hunt birds. Our expectations for their obedience exceeded the temptation that was before them. Hmmm. Sound oddly familiar?

All of this predatory activity around here really had me thinking, “what am I supposed to learn from this?”

preda•tory (pred′ə tôr′ē) adjective
1. of, living by, or characterized by plundering, robbing, or exploiting others

Does that definition bring to mind a scripture? Maybe John 10:10, which are some of those words in red letters?

“The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.”

I’ve seriously pondered this whole thing for a few days and what I’ve learned is that we must be alert and vigilant. We have been given authority over the enemy but we have to speak it and enforce it. We will be safe as long as we don’t cower in fear, but we musn’t ignore the danger either.

The good news is the second part of the verse above! The warning is followed by encouragement,
“I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”

So there you have it. Our 3 remaining chickens are blissfully carrying on. They’ll have company soon as Builderman is not easily deterred. And we've embraced the spiritual lesson and are armed and vigilant.

So forget the terror. We're not chickens.
May you prosper and be in good health, even as your soul prospers.


Protege said...

Oh no, I am so sorry about your chickens.:( Particularly considering who the perpetrator was.:( Sometimes it is difficult, or even impossible, to take the hunting instinct out of animals.
I hope your remaining chickens will do well.:)

Chatty Kelly said...

Well, I wouldn't be kissing that dog in the mouth for a while! And I'm glad that when Builderman heard a clatter, he sprank from the bed to see what was the matter. (& what to his wondering eyes should appear? But a black lab named Annie causing little chicks fear.) Sorry, I got carried away.

I loved how you pulled it together with the analogy. Proving also sometimes innocent looking things cause the most problems too. It's not the horrible sin that leads us down the road...but the "little" sin that makes us fall.

Shelly @ Life on the Wild Side said...

Well, having a lab myself, I can't say that I'm totally surprised by your doggy's antics. I often wonder how many bunnies my dog would have eaten over the years if we left her outside at night. And she would also have a hey day with the chicks.

So, sorry about your trouble. But not too surprised.

Great spiritual analogy, though! :)

Edie said...

Aww the poor little peeps! I'm devastated now. I don't handle horror stories well. :)

I love your analogy (but still devastated). I will be pondering this today.

Blessings to you!!

skoots1mom said...

life in the country takes in all kinds of situations...
i would have bet on the coyotes

prayers for continued success for the 3 remaining and any new that come your way

great analogy...the evil one definitely preys on those assuming that he's not there yet he lurks...

Robin @ Be Still and Know said...

I hope the doggies are not in the dog house for very long, but I am glad that some of the chicken were spared and in good health!


Check out my last post I gave your peach cobbler a shout out!

My ADHD Me said...

Wow! What a night. I was sure you were going to say that those eyes gleaming at Builderman were those of a coyote.

This is the order I expected the guilty parties to be in.
1. Coyote
2. Raccoon
3. Lab

Enjoyed your story...especially the cliffhanger..lol

Anonymous said...

They are sneaky you probably wouldnt have believed it if not seeing it with your own eyes. Its like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.