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under the curse

A few weeks ago we introduced the surviving unnamed biddie (we don't know if it's a boy or girl yet) into the hen house for the night.  All was fine until the morning when the other birds jumped it. I knew all about pecking order, but I never dreamed the older birds would be quite so vicious.  Even with opening the outer door to allow the bird an escape route, they still followed it.  Pecking at it was one thing, but when one of the birds grabbed it by the neck like a momma cat does her babies and began slinging it around, I intervened.

Later that week, we heard someone telling about their cats, and how they devoured a kitten that was dying.

As a child, one of my favorite past times (until Mom found out) was thumping on the bedroom window.  The upper right corner (on the outside, of course!) housed a wasp nest, and the upper left corner was a yellow jackets nest. If we stood on the top railing of the bed and I tapped one side of the window while my sister tapped the other, the insects would fight and sting each other.  It was always an interesting war.

As an adult though, watching the viciousness of animals toward each other is very disturbing. It's even more disturbing to see it in humans.  And when I see it repeatedly, I can't help but long for the day when earth will be renewed and healed from the curse of sin which binds it.

That will be the day.

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