My kids were started on seeing dead animals, watching them gutted and then processed for food as soon as they could walk on their own. Then they started hunting as soon as they could pull back a bow and get good accuracy(around 7-8 yrs old) and have been bow hunting ever since. They have killed all my bigger livestock for me(heifer and lamb) and helped in processing those as well. They've also killed nuisance dogs for me and any injured wildlife we find that needs mercy.
Well...Big Bertha got a reprieve today, folks!Last night I penned her into a nest box and prayed as I walked away for the Lord to show me if I should really be culling this bird, as it was weighing on my heart more than culling normally does~WAY more. I told the Lord if she is still there in the morning I will take it as a sign that she was to be killed, if not, no killing.
Now, for the life of me I don't know how she got out of that nest box as the wire was really securely done across the front of it...but who should come strolling down the yard this morning when I went out to do the deed? She had somehow pushed the wire loose and got out of an impossibly small opening with her big ol' body~no WAY I thought she could ever get that wire loose. Bertha gets to live and I'll let God decide when she is ready for culling. Normally I truss a bird's legs the night before, but Bertha's legs are so big and she's so calm, that I didn't think it would be comfortable or necessary to truss her as well as pen her...and it's those little decisions we make in life that really turn the tide on many issues. God wants Bertha to carry on and so that is good enough for me and I'll have faith that He will let me know when it's her time to go.
