Well… here we are at the last week of our little advent study. The title for this week is “Incarnation”: God made flesh. Yet, before we get into all that, let’s talk about what’s been happening here at Itsnotta Farm. Winter has arrived with a vengeance! And I am not impressed. We have a few inches of snow. And have had a consistent layer of the white stuff for the last few weeks. I’m okay with the snow. As long as the roads are clear, I can deal with it. The last few days have been bitterly cold, though. This, I do not like. Which is all fine for me… I can hibernate in the house. Put on a fire. Drink hot cocoa and ignore the cold. My creatures, however, cannot.
The chickens have been cooped up (literally) for the last week. Oh, I open the doors and the run … they have access to outside … but they certainly don’t want to deal with it. I don’t think they like the snow. Would you, with little naked chicken feet? I have a heat lamp in there on a timer, but they just seem miserable. Egg production is at a standstill, too. I can’t wait until they can venture out again… mind you, they are safer inside. At least I know where they are. Two of my younger birds gave me a scare a little while ago when they didn’t go to bed and spent what I suspect was a very cold night outside. I seriously have no idea where they go… we search. Believe me, we search and call and check with flashlights… and poof! there they are huddled in a very obvious corner the next morning. I tell ya, my nerves cannot handle it. So, they are warm and safe, I suppose, when they are not wandering.
The rabbits — a very different story. They seem to enjoy the snow. They dig and snuffle it. They do have their little hutches, which I have packed with straw and covered with wind blocking blankets… but I feel bad for them. It is chilly at nights. I really should bring them in to the barn. I’m down to only two bunnies now. We lost Peanut a few weeks ago to a very bad tooth issue… it was sad. Unfortunately, it means the two I have left are not friendly with each other and I don’t like to have them out together as they tend to fight. The bunnies are tough. I’m not sure if they are thriving or surviving. I’m doing the best I can.
The wild birds and squirrels are loving the roasted pumpkin I put out for them, however! They are flourishing at our feeders. They scatter every time I try and get a photo from the porch, but through the window, our front yard is a haven for chickadees, the occasional blue jay, mourning doves and the odd fat squirrel. I marvel at how these wild beasts survive these harsh conditions… despite our interventions. The coyotes were howling last night, too. And I think it was the owls back in our forest trees again the other night as well. A regular fairy tale enchanted woods we have.
As I said, I marvel at the winter miracles when it comes to my creatures. I love the teeny tiny mouse prints and chickadee prints scattered in the snow. The crystal ice particles glittering in the night sky that makes the fields look so pretty and yet so cruel and harsh at the same time. Winter is weird. And yet, as we remember this idea of “incarnation,” the parallels are thought provoking. God, the creator of the World is eternal. Yet, He chose to step down to this finite space. Hopefully, the birds and bunnies will see some sun and grass soon… winter seems long, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s relatively short. I wonder if Jesus contemplated that when He planned His arrival. Manhood is a mere drop in the ocean to an eternal God. Did He think of it as something to “get through”? Or was His love so deep for us that He thrived versus survived?
Jesus came to earth as a helpless babe. My rabbits have a few bare necessities available, but rely on me to cut through the frozen ice and provide fresh water a couple of times a day, and get them their fresh greens. The chickens are warm (ish) but wouldn’t choose being locked up, I don’t think, anyway. Still, the Creator of the little chickadee made them fully equipped to survive Canadian winters, even without my pumpkin feast. Jesus’ birth was planned from the beginning — and orchestrated for us.
For us to fully be forgiven. For us to know that He was fully human and totally understands all our needs and wants and struggles… because He went through them too. He survived this winter wasteland that we call “our world”, and experienced all the harshness it provided. Including His own murderous death. I worry about how cold it is for my creatures… but sending my sons out to their deaths? That’s a whole other set of emotions.
So, as I continue to put up my decorations, I am reminded, yet again, of how marvelous our world is, how He designed it that way from the beginning, how fleeting it is, and how blessed I am because He did it for me. I hope you get that message from our little studies here. It’s why I try. Be blessed, my friends, this advent season. And stay warm!
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