|Mom and kids watching the baby quail in Dad's office|
Since then, we have had a few adventures with the quail. One day their water bottle mysteriously tipped over, and half the chicks got soaked. They were shivering and piling on top of one another when Jor Man discovered them. The whole family quickly gathered around with hair dryers and towels to warm them up and dry them off. We only lost one chick to that debacle.
Then on Friday, we were headed over to the farm to pick up some milk (yes, we live in the country!) and we saw a tag sale (yes, we live in New England). After getting the milk into the refrigerator, Grace and I returned to the tag sale. (Oh, the joys of having a husband out of work - we can leave the kids with him!)
|So little. Like colored cotton balls.|
As we walked down the hill to the sale, we both saw them. What were they? They looked house like, but on stilts and there were four of them. Turns out they were chick brooders - from a circus - in the Carolinas. They even had brooder lamps. The guy at the sale offered to deliver them to my house if I would take all four. So I did. What a steal!
|Future quail brooders and bunny hutches|
I just love that God knows my prayers before I even pray them. He is that good. If I can trust him to provide a quail house (if he cares for the sparrows) then I can trust him for a job for my husband, and provision for our family.
Wish you were here!