Meet Broody Mama (named by Abigail of course :)). Broody Mama wanted to hatch some chicks and very patiently sat on her eggs. She didn’t leave them more than 30 minutes a day, and as time drew closer to hatching, she was up only a few minutes at a time. Finally, three little chicks popped out.
The Psalmist draws an analogy about the protection a chicken provides her chicks to how the Lord watches over us! How true.
“He shall cover thee with his feathers,
and under his wings shalt thou trust:
his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.”
Abby holding one of her chickens (not Broody Mama).
“… how often would I have gathered
thy children together, even as a hen
gathereth her chickens under her wings,
and ye would not.”