Did you know chickens have character? It's rather funny, if you watch them for any length of time you will see their personalities emerge.
When David and I lived in Arizona we had chickens for eggs. They required a lot of work but were fun to have around too. A friend of David's gave us some fertile eggs for one of our chickens to hatch. When all was said and done, we ended up with three little characters, very different in disposition.
One chicken was pure white. She thought she was something special and acted like it. She walked around with her beak in the air and was clearly Mama's favorite. She got away with stuff the other two didn't. I called her Princess.
Another was pure black. I called her Raven. The third was gray and white speckled so I call her Dottie. Raven and Dottie did not like Princess.
We would let the chickens free range whenever we could. Raven and Dottie would find a nice spot together in the shade and scratch out spots for themselves to rest. Soon, Princess would spot them and come over to join her sister's. They would wait until Princess was settled in and they knew she was staying, then they would get up and go find another spot. This would continue 3 or 4 times until Princess gave up and ran to Mama who was usually perched in a tree. Mama would sooth Princesses ruffled feathers.
Now, I'm not saying Joseph was a chicken, but he and Princess had something in common.
Genesis 37:1-4 NLT
1 So Jacob settled again in the land of Canaan, where his father had lived as a foreigner.
2 This is the account of Jacob and his family. When Joseph was seventeen years old, he often tended his father’s flocks. He worked for his half brothers, the sons of his father’s wives Bilhah and Zilpah. But Joseph reported to his father some of the bad things his brothers were doing.
3 Jacob loved Joseph more than any of his other children because Joseph had been born to him in his old age. So one day Jacob had a special gift made for Joseph—a beautiful robe. 4 But his brothers hated Joseph because their father loved him more than the rest of them. They couldn’t say a kind word to him.
Blessings, Cecilia
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