There are no alarm clocks needed on Harbor Island in the Bahamas. The free range roosters begin to cock-a-doodle-doo in the early morning hours. I was there in June of 2017; families of chickens seem to be at every turn. The little baby chicks are adorable and never leave their mother’s side. The hens often look alone sitting in the fields until they stand up and all the little chicks start feeding in the grass (see the picture below).
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When I originally saw this family of chickens the mother had the chicks huddled under her wings. The little guys were not visible at all. Then she stood up and they started scurrying all around. In that moment I was reminded of a bible verse that I hold dear to my heart.
1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
Growing up in South Florida, having plenty of friends who lived in the country, I’ve seen my share of chickens. The difference is that they were always in a pen or confined in a small area of the farm. On Harbor Island these roosters, chicks and hens just go wherever they desire. They don’t necessarily belong to anyone that I know of. I wondered while I was in the Bahamas if it would be ethical for a poor family in need of food to take a chicken to feed their family? Anyway, I loved being a part of a different culture for a few days. I’ve been back in the states for a week now. I am still trying to catch up on sleep lost due to being awakened slightly before sunrise every morning from the loud crowing cock-a-doodle-doos that seemed to endlessly echo through the island.