WHO IS IN CHARGE?

A long-ago event triggered a memory that in 2022 suddenly has a spiritual kick to the tale. 

  In the 1950’s my father became a passionate breeder of Rhode Island Red poultry.   We had a secure fowl house and several hens that were good egg producers.  Through the years we had several clutches of chickens and from one brood was born. BIG RED.       

         This magnificent cockerel [NOT the one in the Sourced non copyrighted picture but similar. ), RED’S red-gold feathers shone in sunlight like the plumage of a God.      

         He was beautiful and became the Champion of Champions at a local show and then won Grand Champion at the Brisbane Exhibition.    The State accreditation was valued highly by my Dad and gained him recognition as a poultry breeder.   

           He really wasn’t.   It was a hobby, and he loved the hens and roosters and taught my brother and I early lessons in animal and bird care with kindness and nurture.    I later had my own bantam rooster and hen.     

       During most of my early years baby chickens and tiny hens and roosters figured as pets and my responsibility.  

         I was frightened of BIG Red.  He did not like me collecting the eggs, I told Mum so she took over the egg collecting, One day she came out with blood streaks on her legs.    

          She told Dad Red had chased her out.  

           Dad became the egg gatherer.    ‘As long as he is a good protector of his territory, he is doing a good job.   He has to KNOW I am the Boss of the whole backyard.’

            One day Red flew out a gap heavy rain had made in the fowl house roof.    He strutted proudly across the yard.    My two year-old brother skipped past waving his hands and whooping like an Indian. 

           I was outside watching my dad working on a mechanical problem under his truck. He was in the street.     I was on the footpath.    My screaming baby brother came hurtling out the front gate with a huge rooster chasing him, Red was screeching , flapping his wings and straining to  peck at John’s moving chubby legs.   

          My dad’s instinct was to stop the chase.   He threw a spanner from under the truck

        Instead   of frightening the bird, it hit him and he dropped down….dead.      

           This was a sad demise of a Grand Champion and I know we all grieved.    Red was more than just a rooster, he was a loved member of our extended family. 

            I remember Dad’s comment to us all later.  

           ‘The story of RED is about what can happen when folks or animals defy or escape from safety restraints and /or guidelines.  Consequences unexpected will occur.’  

           This hit me as a graphic life lesson reminder when I read a message about people ignoring Biblical Guidelines for life and choosing their OWN WAY.  

               WHO IS THE ULTIMATE BOSS OF ALL OUR LIVES?      WHOSE TERRITORY IS THE WHOLE WORLD? 

                               A thought to ponder.   

   JESUS CHRIST ALONE IS KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.  

About Faye

I m a wife, mother and grandmother. I have always enjoyed writing even from an early age. My book Beyond the Ashes has been written as a labour of love. All the characters are real to me and their story needed to be told. As a Christian my desire is to write General Fiction stories about real people but Hope and a desire for 'better' will always be part of the journey. I have had several short stories published over the years and moderate success in writing competitions. I realized as I was thinking today (30/01/15) that perhaps I should add here that I have had life experiences of many valley times but also many mountain top experiences. I can understand and be beside anyone who finds their life in tatters because I have 'been' there. Of course as I have got older as well there have been the added sorrows of losing not only older family members but also one by one finding the dearest of friends and the ones of greatest support and care also dying. On the site of rich mountains has been my certainty of the value of marriage and how grateful I am that after loss and sadness I made a happy and long-lasting marriage commitment. The one who was my best friend back then is still my best friend 45 years later. Beyond the Ashes touches upon the POWER of LOVE when folk can forget about their own personal 'feelings' and reach out in LOVE to a desperate and broken person.
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5 Responses to WHO IS IN CHARGE?

  1. Alan Kearns says:

    Faye I truly love this story of Big Red! Such stories are truly gems to keep hold of, especially when they point to our King Jesus. Thank you, may our Father God continue to guide and bless you each day,

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  2. Gaylene Scherer says:

    Love this story about Big Red, Faye! Your Father’s moral to his demise is one that causes us to stop & think! Blessings dear friend.

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  3. This story took me back to our farmyard and the one audacious rooster we called Skimpy. He was similar to Big Red but not so colourful. He was white with black “highlight” feathers. He too chased me and I was terrified and I still remember screeching and running around the sheds looking for my Dad. I screamed so loud help finally came down from the house! I do not recall the end of Skimpy but he could well have ended up in the pot. Wisdom you have shared Faye so often comes from the simple lives we lead and the memories we have stored in our minds and spirits.
    Blessings to you wonderful woman.

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  4. Dawn Marie says:

    A true life-lesson, Faye! God does not instruct to harm us, but to remain safe in His care. When we stray away from that protection through the free-will He grants each of us, we must be willing to accept the consequences that come our way. Hugs to you for the lesson/reminder Big Red left for us all!

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