Emphasis Preaching Journal

Spring was coming and the children knew that soon the first batch of chicks would arrive. Their Dad always bought the chicks when they looked like little, yellow, pom-pom balls. They'd keep them in the enclosed pen, complete with its own heater. It would be up to the children to check their food and their water every morning and night. It was fun to be in charge of the chicks. But then one spring something happened that made the children stop and think. Somehow a hatch of chickens was born behind the barn. The children had never seen range chickens before.