Lost and Found

26 07, 2019

Lost and Found

By |2019-07-23T08:04:43-05:00July 26th, 2019|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|1 Comment

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

One of the chicks I brought home from school disappeared last week. I looked everywhere and didn’t find nary a feather.  I was concerned mostly because I was afraid the kids at school would ask about the chicks and I would have to confess to losing one.

The other morning Max was very intently looking at the pen where the chicks had been staying with the rooster.  He started growling and I figured there must be something there.

I hesitantly entered the coop fearful that I would encounter a snake.  I saw a bunch of white feathers under the coop and realized they were attached to a bird.

I carefully lifted the coop, thinking the bird was surely dead.  I was wrong.  The poor chick wiggled out from under the coop and stumbled over to the water.

I was pleasantly surprised.  I kept an eye on it and made sure there was plenty of water and food.  It seems to be none the worse for the experience.

I’m glad Max was insistent.  He gets credit for saving a chicken.  He only needs to rescue 6 more to replace all the chickens Bella has caught over the years.

And now I can honestly report that all the chicks are doing well.

10 02, 2017

Lost and Found

By |2017-02-07T20:58:14-06:00February 10th, 2017|Miller Farm Friday|1 Comment

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

We interrupt our regularly scheduled chicken blog to report a totally random “feel good” story.

Sunday morning I was playing keys on the Praise Team at church.  That’s the new way of saying I was playing the piano.  It was going to be a challenge because I was also singing into a microphone which I do not usually do.

Then I had to transpose one of the songs.  For non-music people, this means I was not playing what was written on the page.  This meant I had to concentrate extra hard.

To complicate things even more, as I sat down at the keyboard, I looked down and discovered my engagement ring was missing the stone.

Not only had the center diamond disappeared, but the whole setting was gone.

It took all my self-control not to scream.

I took a deep breath and concentrated on playing the right notes and singing the right words.

As soon as we were done, I began retracing my steps all the way back to my truck.  I talked to the worship leader who announced at the end of the service that there may be a diamond lying around somewhere and if anyone found it to please give it to me.

I called Beekeeper Brian, who was on his way to a conference in Dallas.  He was not too disturbed and suggested perhaps it had gotten caught on something.

This made more sense to me than thinking I had hit my hand hard enough to knock the setting off and not realized it.

I looked in the truck. There was no diamond. 

I remembered getting a business card out of my purse right before I went up on stage so I decided to look in my purse and sure enough, there was my diamond!

I was thrilled.

Fortunately, I have a plain gold band I can wear until we can get the ring fixed. I’m just glad we are not replacing a diamond.