I just wanted to share how I ceased to be amazed by this. Its a beautiful day, about 68 degrees, the wild clover are blooming lavender and sweet and the forcyenthia are budding yellow and wispy. In the quiet still of this breezy mid morning, my pullet is in the coop laying the 4th egg of her life, while the other two are silently scratching around at a respectable distance. Does anybody else see God in a chicken? Who would have thought that His simple miracles would move me to thankful tears. I am in awe.