9.17.2013

Beauty and Brokenness...Again

Here we are again...learning the rhythm of beauty and brokenness on the farm...and in life. Remember my amazement when I stumbled upon our duck's nest in the thorny brush? Well, she kept laying and sat on that nest all day, every day...minus one hour in the evening when she covered the nest and flew into the barnyard for food and water. Talk about a labor of love!

One day last week, JD was bush hogging {never heard that term until I moved here} right alongside the brush, and she flew off her nest in a panic. My big chance to see it uncovered. {She wasn't too happy with us being so close to her unprotected nest.}

Here's what I saw:

19 pale greenish gray eggs...

...in a beautifully assembled fortress.

What a glorious work!

With her devotion to that nest, we were just sure there had to be babies in those eggs. Her mama instincts were kicking in big time! Judging by what I observed of her nesting habits and my Google research, she was about a week away from hatching little ducklings.

But then there was brokenness.
Literally.


A nighttime predator dragged every single egg out of that nest...and ate them. The mama survived the attack, but now I know why she was so angry and loud yesterday morning. My mama heart breaks for her...even if she doesn't have the kind of heart we humans have. She's clearly troubled.

Her nest was outside the fenced in part of our pasture, so Buddy and Bella could couldn't chase the predator away. But now we know why they were barking so much in the middle of the night.

An empty nest.

But there's hope...and always the potential for more beauty. Soon after the first duck started nesting, the other two ducks starting showing up on our back porch each morning. Talk about a funny sight!

Peeking in the window.


I couldn't figure out what they were doing there each day.
Until now:

They were scouting a spot for a nest.
Not very protected, but perfectly camouflaged.
{See her in the mulch against the brick?}


I wrestled with broken things from time to time when I lived in the city, but I think this is the first time in my life that I'm accepting the rhythm of beauty and brokenness...the way they go together. The hope in the brokenness is that beauty always follows. In the end, we're promised a crown of beauty instead of ashes. {Isaiah 61:1-3} I can't wait for that crown!

In other news, I'm still dreaming of new things here on the farm...ways to share this farm with others, ways to share beauty beyond the blog. I'm trying not to rush the details and instead just sit with the desires and the dreams for a bit. I hope to share more soon!

Picturing you wearing a crown of beauty today!

6 comments:

  1. Oh Linsey... so sad. I guess it is just part of the cruelty of nature. Just love your blog so much. Have a good week.

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  2. oh, this makes my heart sick for her :( nothing compares to a momma losing her babies :( hopefully ducks don't have the intense grief we have as humans!
    so sorry you had to witness this, but one thing I've learned it's okay to hope in grief! (doesn't take away from the loss to hope for the future)
    can't wait to hear about the other duck family!

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  3. Oh that sweet, sweet Momma. How I wish we could stand guard, protecting her {and others, so many others} from heart-aches. But, Girl, you're right--the beauty is far more brilliant after a storm. Loving you from Texas!!!

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  4. "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven..." Ecclesiastes 3:1, I am sure is always evident on the farm. Such a meaningful and poignant post. So much to learn from God's creation. Bless you for always sharing it in the beautiful way God has gifted you.

    Shalom and agape,

    Victoria

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  5. Your stories of farm life bring back so many memories of growing up with an assortment of animals on our family land. I have very similar memories...of life and death....beauty and brokenness.

    We lost a family of sheep...literally, they were slaughtered.
    One of our "pet" bulls, aka bumper, turned on me and chased me through the pasture. I thought I'd die..and I would have if he had caught me! Sadly for him, my dad made a year's worth of beef out of him after that incident.

    it's all real life, isn't it....it's full of beauty and brokenness. I love the reminder in the hard times that we weren't made for this place..it's not our final home.

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  6. Awww... I feel so bad for the your mama duck. I'm glad there's a happy ending to your story. Thanks for sharing! :)

    -Pauline

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