God Lessons From the Chickens
I've been wanting to tell you this little story for a few days, but first i need to explain a little bit about chickens. I have two full grown roosters. Rocky is the oldest, the head honcho. He has proven himself as the great protector, food finder, and romancer. Edgar is the junior rooster, most likely a son of Rocky. He's really just reached maturity, and he's definitely still learning the ropes. Now i need to explain about the prime directive. God made chicken brains very small, but He packed information in there very efficiently. In the brain of a rooster, He packed the importance of watching for danger, looking for food, and in both cases, warning or calling to then hens to let them know what's going on. If you ever see this exchange, it's very cute. But most dominant in the mind of a rooster, is the prime directive, the importance of keeping hens fertile, which isn't nearly as cute. Also, in the social order...