Psalms from the Hive

by Jeannie Saum

Not just one

Flying over the cuckoo’s nest

But many, escaping each day!

Once out, they can’t get back in

And scramble , frantic,

Back and forth outside the fence.

Clover, Bee, and Revery

Reverie (revery) –(n.) state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musing; a fantastic, visionary, or impractical idea


Oh, we have escape artists in our chicken flock!  Many have figured out how to fly over the 4 foot high fence, or up onto the gate rail to perch, and then over.  At first, they’d go  over and then realize they couldn’t get back in and get frantic.

Up on the gate, trying to get out!

Up on the gate, trying to get out!

They’d run back and forth outside the fence squawking and trying to find a way back in.

But this frenetic prancing didn’t last long!  They soon discovered it was fun to explore, outside the coop – in our yard, in neighbor’s yards, in their vegetable gardens, and down the long driveway towards the road!  We’d discover they were out in the neighbor’s driveway, or in our back yard, and have to go out to round them up, chase them down, and throw them back over the fence.

We kept saying we’d better clip their wings or put netting over the run, but kept putting it off.  And we hated to have to clip wings.  It sounded like a lot of work.  How would we keep track of which ones we had done, and which not?  And would we clip too close and hurt them?  And we’d have to chase them down and grab and they would not be happy!  Then, we figured, we’d also have to keep doing it every few months.  So, we did nothing…

Then, one morning, we got a call  at 7:15 am on both our cell phones and our house phone because we were ignoring this

Grab that girl and throw her back in the pen!

Grab that girl and throw her back in the pen!

interruption to our retirement habit of sleeping in!  When the 3rd call came through, I figured I’d better answer it, as it must be an emergency.  Well, it was – sort of!  It was our neighbor, calling to tell us that several of our chickens were in “Rich’s Garden” and she was worried they would eat his tomatoes.  So, up we got, threw on our clothes and muck shoes, grabbed a few left over corn cobs from last nights dinner from the “Chicken Scrap Bucket” and rushed next door!  They weren’t about to listen to any clucking or shooing, but the minute they saw the corn cobs in my hand, they came running.  I led them out of the neighbor’s backyard, around the fence and into our yard, just like the pied piper, leading the rats in Hamlin.  When I got to our back yard, I picked up a few more, who were scratching under our big trees along the fence.  In all, I had 7 or 8 of our escape artists following the corn cob treat, back to the run !

Okay, it’s time to do something, we decided.  We were set to leave on vacation in less than a week, so we could not have this happening, while our son “babysat” our chicks.  And getting roused at 7:15 in the morning kinda cramped our retirement style!  So we set about to “Cook  their Goose”, so to speak.  A trip to the hardware store for 3 foot T posts, 2 foot chicken wire, zip ties and wire and we were ready to show these girls a thing or two!  We spent a few hours over  2 days, adding a 2 foot extension to the top of the fence around the run and to the gate.  Hah!  now we’ve got your number, girls!  And with one day to spare!

Two days later, all packed and ready to the beach, our daughter, Bekah took the last scraps from the counter, out to the chicks before we left.  And then not one hour into our trip, at,  yep – 7:15 in the morning, – we get a call from our neighbor again, saying the chickens were all in our  front yard and heading for the road.  AUGH!!   How did they escape?!

We made a frantic call to our son, interrupting his Saturday morning sleep in plans, and he ran down the road to deal with our little escape artists!  What he found, was the gate wide open – evidently Bekah didn’t hook the gate well enough and they had pushed it open!  So they didn’t really escape, just took advantage of a mistake on our part.  Since that day, we’ve had no more chicks outside the run, so hopefully, we’ve WON!

Foiled! Can't escape now!

Foiled! Can’t escape now!


Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High  will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you  from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge;

     his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand,  but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes  and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”  and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;