When I was a child I did a Science Project. My parents hated it when we had to do these projects. Needless to say there were five of us and I am sure it was not only expensive but time consuming. One year I decided to do the stages of a chicken. It only takes twenty one days for a chicken to develop and be born. So with a light bulb and a box I was off to the WVU farm and learn all I could about hatching a chicken. I went home egg in hand and began the adventure. Fortunately I had a baby brother so baby food jars were easy enough to find. Ever notice how many Science Projects require baby food jars? Guess that tells you what stage of life our parents are in?
Days seemed to go by slowly as I eagerly awaited my little miracle. I was going to have a chicken. When the big day arrived it began to break forth—literally, I wanted to help this little bird so bad. However, I had done my homework and I knew this little girl had to break forth herself. Finally she was successful. I looked her and she looked at me and it was love at first sight. As she grew she followed me everywhere and I mean everywhere. As fast as her little legs would carry her she would follow me. Then one day it was apparent she was a he. I was so excited. I had raised me a “Rooster”.
I fed him. I watered him. Mostly I spent time with him. Well actually he spent time with me. No matter where I went he wanted to go too and usually found a way. I wanted to reward my little chicken for everything so I fed him oats. He loved oats. Then one day too much of a good thing killed him. I allowed him too many oats and when he started drinking water it was over. I killed my baby rooster.
I cried. Daddy cried with me. Actually I think Dad cried for me. It was my first experience with death. I had the best Dad…
Lesson learned? Too much of a good thing is NOT a good thing.
Philippians 4:5 (KJV) "Let your moderation be known unto all men."
Days seemed to go by slowly as I eagerly awaited my little miracle. I was going to have a chicken. When the big day arrived it began to break forth—literally, I wanted to help this little bird so bad. However, I had done my homework and I knew this little girl had to break forth herself. Finally she was successful. I looked her and she looked at me and it was love at first sight. As she grew she followed me everywhere and I mean everywhere. As fast as her little legs would carry her she would follow me. Then one day it was apparent she was a he. I was so excited. I had raised me a “Rooster”.
I fed him. I watered him. Mostly I spent time with him. Well actually he spent time with me. No matter where I went he wanted to go too and usually found a way. I wanted to reward my little chicken for everything so I fed him oats. He loved oats. Then one day too much of a good thing killed him. I allowed him too many oats and when he started drinking water it was over. I killed my baby rooster.
I cried. Daddy cried with me. Actually I think Dad cried for me. It was my first experience with death. I had the best Dad…
Lesson learned? Too much of a good thing is NOT a good thing.
Philippians 4:5 (KJV) "Let your moderation be known unto all men."
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