What uncommon things do we want to become common?

Things like:
our children having mutual love and respect for each other.
our teenage children having love, honor, respect and obedience for their parents.
us continually becoming better friends and lovers.
our family totally trusting God in all things and putting our faith in Him to fulfill his promises.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Man Triumphs Over Beast or Temptations Lead to Traps

By Creg
Step 1-I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost...I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
Step 2-I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place, but it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
Step 3-I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in...It's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
Step 4-I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
Step 5-I walk down another street. (by Portia Nelson)

Isn't that the way we deal with temptations sometimes? It's a good thing bobcats don't get to step 4 or 5.

For the last 9 months our chickens have been an occasional supper for a bobcat. We've seen her periodically and have even taken a few shots at her. I actually caught her, momentarily, 3 times in 3 different traps (in picture) but she's always escaped. One time she ripped through the metal screen covering (see the hole).

Our army of egg layers went from about 35 to 4. The bobcat would come about every three or four days near dusk to try and catch one of our free-range chickens before they were in the safety of their portable pen for the night. Finally, I set a big claw trap with a live chicken as bait after I saw her near the coop at 1:30 pm. I knew she was desperate to be hunting that early in the day and I knew which path she would take. The temptation proved to be too much for her to turn down and she was caught. While checking the trap the next morning, I was within 10 feet of the tree where I chained the trap. I noticed the trap tunnel was messed up & before I realized what had happened, she roared. Overcome with a fear that only a loud roar in the wild can produce, I almost fell into a batch of cactus. Before composing myself, I ran screaming to Chelsa, "We caught the bobcat! We caught the bobcat!" Special thanks to Duane, Geoff, Jeremiah & Phillip for the use of traps, guns & ammunition.

Chelsa got the bobcat fur slippers she wanted for Christmas.

Commander Creg protects his house.

1 comment:

  1. i have always been taken by the poem you mention and the bobcat, wow!! Merry Christmas!!