Nature is in Charge, and I’m just Her Pawn
I was outside at dusk one night last week and decided to count my laying hens as they were going in to roost. I hadn’t counted them in probably a month, because I had no suspicion that predators were lurking about. After repeatedly counting all the birds, I discovered that I was missing one black hen.
A thought popped into my head at that exact moment: “She is sitting on a nest out in nature somewhere.” My feelings were calm. I did not have any concerning feelings that something was wrong, or that I had to do anything about my missing hen. So I did what I always do in situations like these, where I have a problem and desire a resolution: I surrendered my missing hen over to Mother Nature. I asked that she be watched over, wherever she was. I asked Mother Nature to show her to me, if I was meant to find her. And I also asked that I be shown the reason my hen went missing, if it was something I needed to correct to prevent any other hens from disappearing. Then I let go of the problem and trusted that I would find the hen if I was meant to. If I didn’t ever see her again, I would accept that as well.
Over the next few days, I decided to watch for her. If she really was sitting on a nest somewhere, I knew that she would leave her nest at some point, to get something to eat and relieve herself. Sure enough, late one morning, I spotted her running and squawking like an angry broody hen across the grass to the barnyard. I waited 20 minutes or so, until she had her poops and swallowed some food, and followed her back to her hiding spot.
There she was, sitting on a nest of 12 eggs, under my trailer.
As I moved her and her eggs into a mobile chicken coop for protection against predators and bossy hens, I realized my prayers had been answered in more than one way. Yes, she had shown me where she had been hiding and what she had been up to, but there was more to it than that. Days before I discovered that a hen was missing, I had been contemplating expanding my flock of layers. I really enjoy growing chicken eggs. I have a high demand for my eggs, and never enough supply. And my land could benefit from additional chicken fertilizer and pest control. It’s as if Nature was giving me what I wanted (expanding my flock), before I even realized I wanted it. This is the idea I contemplate quite a bit: am I really the one desiring something, or did Mother Nature plant that desire inside of me as part of Her divine plan? I am convinced that Nature is in charge, and I am just Her pawn.
Something told that hen over a month ago to start laying eggs under the trailer. Once she had enough eggs laid, something told her to pluck all the feathers from her chest and sit on her eggs for three weeks. Something protected her from predators every single night as she sat on her nest under that trailer for over two weeks. That same something told me that this hen was missing, and then showed me where she was. And, greatest of all, that something breathed life into 12 new babies, which hatched not long after I moved them into the mobile coop.
Nature is running the show. All I have to do is show up and play.