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This is Elizabeth. She might seem about to peck your eyes out, but don't mistake her audacity for meanness. She just gets very serious about food. I can hardly open the back door without hearing her footsteps approaching. She refuses to miss out on a potential kitchen scrap, and when I dig in the garden, she hovers nearby waiting for some big, fat grub to surface. Elizabeth has a wide, fluffy bottom that reminds me of a plump older woman from the 1800s who hikes up her skirt and petticoats when she comes running. I can't help but smile when I see Elizabeth. And nearly every day she lays an egg; what a gift.

Last week, I mixed up some pancake batter and marveled at how a few of Elizabeth’s eggs can tint the batter orange. I don't talk much to my kids about factory farming as I'm not out to turn them into militant animal activists or anything, but this time I couldn't help myself. “Did you know that most of the eggs from the grocery store come from chickens kept in little metal cages?” Finley asked why — not so much a “curious” why as a “that's the stupidest thing I ever heard” why.

It is ridiculous to think that man can substitute for or improve on nature, but we try all the time, and it frequently comes back to bite us in the hind end. Thousands of chickens cooped up in big buildings receive a diet considered nutritionally adequate, and the sickly, yellow yolks of their eggs tell me something is missing. Chemical fertilizers designed to revolutionize farming cannot synthetically replicate all the nutrients and material packed in a pile of chicken poo, and now most of America's farmland has been transformed into depleted and lifeless dirt. Shelves of processed food might save us from hunger, but it has led to heart disease, obesity, and a myriad of other health problems in this country. All because man exploits nature instead of cultivating and caring for it. But I digress.

Elizabeth was a long time coming. I grew up the daughter of a gardener and helped can tomatoes annually. After high school, I worked in a nursery, rescuing reject plants, putting them wherever I could find a spare patch of soil. Wherever I moved I planted, leaving a trail of perennials and flowering shrubs in my wake. When my husband and I purchased a half-acre lot in Nashville, I surrounded the home with flowerbeds while a sizable kitchen garden grew out back. Still, it didn't seem enough. I began to fantasize about owning land out in the country where I could have that dairy cow I had obsessed about since high school, where I could plant a massive garden and orchard and let the kids run free. I began to talk about my desire for a farm with my husband and began weighing the consequences. One night, I sobbed out my main reservation: “I don't know the first thing about chickens!”

So I started reading all sorts of books. Barnyard in Your Backyard started teaching me what I didn't know about animals. I picked up M.G. Kain's Five Acres and Independence: a Practical Guide to the Selection and Management of the Small Farm for other obvious reasons. I stumbled upon Scott Chaskey's This Common Ground: Seasons on an Organic Farm and Louis Bromfield's Pleasant Valley. These books related helpful information, but also personal experience and insight. They held something that stirred my soul: stories of people who loved and cared deeply for creation, people who wanted to work with nature rather than in spite of it.

Raised in a church that had a habit of focusing on the end times, the unspoken message was that the earth was disposable, something to be used until destroyed in the end. I think many Christians still have this mentality, but the earth is a gift to us, a gift I believe we should not exploit but cultivate and keep, as Genesis 2:15 says. Notably, those words “cultivate” and “keep” can also be translated “serve” and “protect.”

Here’s the thing. When we serve and care for something properly, the returns are so much more than we could have imagined; the gift multiplies. I harvest a ridiculous amount of healthy veggies from a well-cared-for garden and nutrition-packed eggs from Elizabeth. I take great joy in sharing the bounty with others. And as I learn more about the nature of God's creation, I find myself learning more about the nature of God Himself, drawn into a closer relationship with Him. But it doesn't stop there. I could never have imagined how much joy a chicken could bring. Who knew how much I would love watching Elizabeth's wattles flap?

Wendy Knight lives with her husband and three kids on 10 acres they purchased a year ago. They call their place "The Funny Farm" and are working toward a more self-sustained existence. Wendy is incredibly grateful and humbled by this chance to raise her kids and grow older out in the country, just a little bit closer to nature. Her hope is that as her son watches the tulips unfold in the morning's sunlight, and as her daughters collect eggs from the coop, they will come to appreciate the beauty and provision that God has given — His creation. And, just maybe, they will enjoy seeing those fluffy chicken bottoms as much as she does.

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Thanks so much for sharing! I grew up in farm country and now that I'm back on the 'old homestead' I too am trying to share with my daughters what it means to "cultivate" and "keep". There is nothing like farm fresh produce, eggs and meats. You are so right that in our attempt to produce more foods, we've failed in the health aspects. While we are not able to have chickens and other animals yet (we're still trying to purchase the home we're in) I'm blessed to have family that do and my girls already realize how much better fresh eggs are and how much better tomatoes and green beans taste right off the vine. Again, thank you for sharing!

April 15, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJanice Lane

There's something to be said about the value we place upon the things we care for. A wise person once said, "Where your treasure is, there your heart is also." we live in a time of convenience and quick satiety. If I want something now, I can get it now and not have to wait. But I think the waiting is the point... I love grapefruit and get excited when that season is upon us. It's something to appreciate as long as the season is here & understand once that season comes to a close, it might be time for fresh berries. As a city dweller, something I can appreciate about farming is plant now, harvest later. It seems so contrary to society's emphasis now, but that connection you have to Elizabeth makes you appreciate eggs in that whole new way. I liked your post. It reminds me what we choose to cultivate is just as important as the why.

April 23, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAnneliesz

We started keeping chickens about a year ago, and our entire neighborhood is falling in love. Children knock on our door and ask to see the chickens, neighbors mention that they've always wanted to try fresh eggs, and friends who have never thought about urban farming as an appealing activity have pictures of our coop on their I-phones. For us, it seems that having a few chickens is a way to build community. It gives people an excuse to stop by and say hello when they might otherwise feel awkward and shy. Thanks for writing about this and giving others a glimpse into this world!

April 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJessica

Your story brought Joy to my Heart & Tears to my Eyes....Inspired by your efforts & missing my daughter... Mahlea,( who is living in Nashville)~ I will make my small plot of land here in California, beautiful & yielding fruits, vegetables & flowers ! My youngest daughter, Lauren, planted four roses yesterday & wants to prepare a trellis for them to climb upon.... the red robins are coming... and we are preparing for the tomatoes to burst out & yield ~ Ah... yes, this is what it is all about!
Thank You so much for the inspiration !

We will plant something special in your honor & I will think of you & Elizabeth... & smile when I think of you saying, " Who knew how much I would love watching Elizabeth's wattles flap?" I smile & laugh out loud !


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