across the fence . . .

“I am glad I had the time to watch a small turkey flock convening across the road a few days ago.  Six or seven were trotting up and down the fence row when I first noticed them.  In about an hour, I saw cars slowing as I walked past the window; I wondered what was going on.  By now there were thirty or more turkeys in a line, running wildly–looking confused and frightened.

Three large tom turkeys, with tail feathers fanned showing full authority, patrolled the long line of hen and smaller male turkeys.  They paced, up and down–only to get to the bottom of the hill and turn and pace again–looking like expectant fathers in a hospital waiting room.  This went on for over an hour. The large group paced, and the three toms strutted slower, more deliberately behind them uttering an occasional gobble.  I thought– “they must be encouraging them to get over the fence” 🙂

Can you imagine the conversations —

“I cant do this; that fence is too high.”

“I have never done this before.”

“My friend said I wouldn’t make it.”

“What if that car hits me?”

“Why did I come this way anyway?”

“I may fail; I need someone to help me over.”

“You can do this,” one large tom gobbled. “I know you can.” And on and on the smaller ones paced.

Until . . .

one turkey flew over the fence.  Then, as if the others had been given a shot of adrenaline, the entire group, minus the toms, followed the leader and flew straight over the road. I clapped my hands like a little girl, excited over some major accomplishment I had just finished.  It was an awesome sight.  They all met at my bird feeders in the backyard for breakfast.

So now,  the three tom turkeys  still on the other side began to pace, almost frantically.   “Perhaps they are too heavy to get over the fence,” I thought.  “They cannot just jump and fly over.”

After about twenty minutes of mindless pacing, one began to run–like an airplane gaining speed down a runway.  The other two chased after as fast as they could and soon all three lifted off at the other end of the fence. What a moment . . .

You  know–I think they needed each other.   The younger hens had been encouraged by the three oversized toms, and now these three older wiser ones had needed each other, too. It did take some time; at least they have not been in this predicament since.  They must have learned their lesson–or at least, I did.

You have heard a two-year old adamantly say, “I can do this myself.”  How many times do we try  “to do it myself”,  to go it alone–but oh, how we need each other.   Human relationships are sweeter, difficult tasks easier, sorrows on the journey  more bearable as we encourage and are encouraged. And we make it across the fence.

Paul ‘s words to the Thessalonians from the Message advise us: ” So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it. ” 5:11

For two hours this morning,  one wild turkey trotted up and down the fence row across the street–alone.  She never went across as long as I observed her desperate pacing.

I wanted to go help her–to pick her up and carry her over.  I cant do that–but I can “pick others up.”   I can . . .

. . . make a call, send a card, order flowers, give a gift.  Texting Scriptures to a friend has become my favorite method of encouragement.  What a gift in this age of media mania.

Text-fully for fence crossing. . .

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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2 Responses to across the fence . . .

  1. Carolyn burress says:

    As always, such good and timely words from your heart!

  2. Glenda Ferguson says:

    Love this and how you help me see things I didn’t see when they were at our house. We haven’t seen them now in quite a few weeks, so guess they have gotten to your yard. They are amazing but when they come in a large group of 48 to 50 which we had in our yard for quite sometime, look out for your driveway, they do leave a mess. God is good and He has helped me enjoy many different birds and also the little rabbits and squirrels even though they (squirrels & moles) keep digging up our flowers. Love and prayers.

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