06/16/2026
The Great Escape... to the Garbage Can 🦃🗑️
Lulu and Sally’s 10 turkey poults hit the 5-week mark and finally got to free-range outside the brooder, all under the less-than-watchful eye of their proud papa, Tom Cruze.
On Sunday they were having a wonderful day—until evening, when we realized only 8 were accounted for. Farmer Chris reviewed the camera footage for signs of predators, but found nothing. We searched the entire farm (and parts of the neighbors’) with no luck. Reluctantly, we accepted that we had lost the two little ones.
Our motto is that “dangerous freedom” is better than “safe imprisonment,” so we let the rest back out the next day.
Then today, Farm Girl heard the faintest peeps. She followed the sound, and it grew louder—coming from the bottom of a swivel-lid trash can. Looking inside, she found both missing poults! They had jumped onto the lid and fallen in (a trap we didn’t know we had). They were hot, hungry, thirsty, and more than a little tired of each other.
Farm Girl got them fed, watered, and gave them some poultry Gatorade to perk them up. The full 10-man crew is back together, happier than ever. If she hadn’t recognized their call and known their voice, trash day would have been heartbreaking. We’ve since sent that trash can to a much larger one (Trash Can Inception, basically).
In the same way, we make sure we know Jesus’ voice and He knows ours. When we wander off and fall into a dark mess of our own making, we can cry out to Him—and our Shepherd hears us.
Know His voice. Then, no matter how deep a bin you’ve managed to climb into, you can call out and He will hear you and save you.
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” — John 10:27 🌾
“Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” — Romans 10:13 ⚡