This is David and Susan Sifford's journal of what we pray is our sojourn of life (Hebrews 11:8-10) along the narrow way (Matt 7:14), even the old paths (Jeremiah 6:16), submitting to the Bible as a light unto both (Psalms 119:105). It is our prayer that these documented moments in our earthly time benefit whom God might choose to edify, but ultimately that God glorifies Himself through them.
The week following the first two weekly procedures, her abdomen was filling up again; and she was starting to waddle and stand up straight. And so I went in with the needle, and pulled nearly 70cc of fluid again. This time though the hole didn't leak anymore. I tried to extract some more with another needle insertion, but nothing came out.
She seemed not too bad after that; but over the next several days, she was still walking quite a bit upright; and on the third day after the procedure, she lost her appetite. It is my experience when chickens get like that, the end is soon. Regardless, I force-fed her some goat milk; and in the evening, she was eating some food scraps on the ground and chicken scratch from my hand, and even drinking the goat milk, all on her own. However, as I said, they're usually in a bad way when they generally stop eating; and by the next morning she was dead. The Lord was merciful in allowing it finish quickly.
I'm not sure what happened: perhaps I punctured something internally in her; perhaps I introduced bacteria or otherwise during the procedure; perhaps her immunity was low and she caught something; perhaps none of those. I tried to be as antiseptic as possible during the drainings, but perhaps something still got by.
It's sometimes a little difficult when you try to care for something, and it doesn't work out the way you had hoped, or worse, you worsen the situation. Also with this chicken, I used to be able to "talk" to her by making chicken sounds; and she would respond, which was fun to hear. And it is just an animal, but it's also God's provision. Still, it was her time according to His will, and we're thankful she went quickly; for the allowing us the provision of her; and for what the Lord would teach us, spiritually as well as temporily.
Death -- eternal, spiritual and temporal -- are a result of sin, and my sin; and I try to be reminded of my sin when I'm around death. And that reminds me to plead the blood of Christ for His atonement as He is the only way of redemption from the wages of our sins.
May He continue to teach us, and we pray and are thankful for His guiding hand in our earthly pilgrimage.
Recently, one of our hens started walking upright like a waddling penguin instead of the horizontal way chickens typically walk. I thought one of our chickens might have had something like this in the past; and so in this instance, I tried to do a little research on the Internet. I discovered that there is a condition called peritonitis, which in general is a swelling of the abdomen; and in chickens, it can be caused by a yolk missing the "funnel" (called the infundibulum) that "catches" them as they move from the ovary to the oviduct. They fall into the abdomen, which causes the peritonitis, and a build up of fluid in the area. Thus, the condition is called egg yoke peritonitis; and there are two kinds: sterile, where bacteria hasn't developed in the swollen area, and the chicken still has an appetite and doesn't die quickly; and septic, which is the opposite.
Besides our chicken not having a problem eating (which basically required that we lift food up to her), I examined her abdomen; and it was much like a water balloon; and so I suspected we had our diagnosis. Here are a couple of pictures showing her condition. At this point, she had one foot back and would sit on the other foot, and all she was able to do was slowly scoot around in a circle (we kept her isolated in our mini chicken tractor, to keep her from being picked on or hurt by the other chickens, which they will do to weak ones):
But then, with the problem identified, what to do about it. Some of the articles I read talked about draining the abdomen with a catheter, but that seemed pretty complex and involved. I did find a video though, which shows a person draining a chicken with peritonitis using just a needle.
It so happened that some friends of ours had just given us some large syringes and needles a few days before; and so, I decided to "operate." The needle I chose to use was 1/2" long and 1/16" in outside diameter. Here is a photo summary of the procedure. I made very sure that everything, from the syringe, to the needle, to my hands, were as sterile as could be, including cleaning the syringe and wiping it with, bathing the needle in, and wiping my hands with rubbing alcohol.
Here I'm just getting her into position:
And then I flipped her onto her back:
I cut away the feathers around the area where I was planning to insert the needle:
And then I did so. I tried going at an angle parallel to the skin as much as possible to avoid puncturing her internal organs, but couldn't seem to pull anything out with the syringe; so I found I needed to insert the needle at a steeper angle. Once I did, the fluid extracted pretty easily; and I was glad it was clear and didn't have pus in it:
I pulled about 40ccs worth before stopping. One of the articles I read said to only pull half of the fluid out because the loss of too much could cause shock:
When we were done with the draining using the syringe, the hole continued to leak fluid; and over night, she lost quite a bit more. However, after it was all done, first, when I would pick her up, she was noticeably lighter than before; and second, she was able to bend over and eat and drink by herself somewhat, and was actually walking around. This went on for a few days, but her underbelly seemed to start to grow again. I decided to try the procedure again, and was able to pull out around 70cc. I tried going in again a couple more times, but couldn't seem to find any more fluid -- I tried keeping the needle at a flatter angle again, because there wasn't nearly as much puffiness to her abdomen as before, and I believe I might not have been getting past the fat layer as it was basically impossible to extract anything out. However, I didn't want to puncture any organs; and so I stopped; but it ended up that at least one of the needle holes continued to leak similarly to first time we drained her.
The next day she was doing much better, and was almost walking around like a normal chicken. Here is a video of her (the "other one [that] was only a still frame" that I mention refers to the fact that the "before" pictures were only still photos -- the ones shown above):
Chicken with peritonitis walking around after draining fluid from her abdomen.
A couple of days later, I took a pair of toe nail clippers and clipped the tip of her beak as it had started to grow past what looked to be normal as compared to the other chickens. My guess was that it had grown more since she hadn't really been able to use her beak normally for some time.
I don't know what will further happen with this situation, but it was neat to see her act like a chicken again and be able to "do chicken things." It does seem that the liquid starts to collect in her abdomen again as the days go by, and perhaps we'll have to continue to try draining it. However, we are thankful the Lord granted us this opportunity to learn about and care for the chickens, and that I didn't apparently infect her myself when performing the procedure, nor poke her internal organs; and hopefully, if God is willing, she will once again become a productive member of the flock.
So that they don't have any kids until after most of Winter has past, we waited to put our bucks Shatner and Eastwood with their respective does until now, as the gestation period of goats is around five months.
And so, this past Lord's Day was the time!
We put Shatner with Winnie, Betsy and Pammy (shown back to front):
And we put Eastwood with their daughters Minnie, Tapioca and Marie (shown left to right, with Eastwood between Minnie and Tappi). Any kids God graciously grants will be their first ones. They've now graduated into being a part of breeding process! (They grow up so fast! :) :
And here are Aramis and Porthos (left and right), and Donny (center), which, with Shatner being gone, are now kings of their castle:
We pray the Lord perpetuates the herd, in accordance with His will and divine wisdom; and we thank Him for the opportunity and resources to be able to set apart the goats for breeding.
Well, because of some character traits we picked up on, and because the previous name is too much associated with Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," which celebrates Christmas in a way, which is something that we reject, thus causing us a conscience problem, and because we were probably just going to be calling him Timmy anyway, we are changing his name to Eastwood, because he seems to often give us those squinty eyes saying, "Go ahead...make my day!"
You can see it in the difference between these two pictures. You'll probably have to click on each picture (and maybe enlarge them from there) to be able to see it; but in the second one, he's giving "the look":
We probably spend a little more time than is necessary on our animals with this type of stuff (naming, etc.), but we also like to try to be cautious and consistent with what we do.
Although apparently inbreeding goats is a defined method for increasing a herd, we decided to use outbreeding instead, as inbreeding can bring to surface undesirable traits (as well as desirable ones, which from what I've read is why people inbreed); so our plan is to trade our males born here with other folks who are raising dairy goats. Our neighbors the Sustaires are doing just that, and the Lord had granted them twin bucks around the same time as He did our triplet bucks, which are half Nubian and half what Winnie is, which is part LaMancha. We also had Donny available, who is a little older and full Nubian. Theirs are Alpine-Nubians, and so we agreed to swap goats. They chose to take Athos, the first born of the triplets, partially because of how well Winnie is producing milk vs. how well Betsy, Donny's mother, is; and we chose the one of theirs that had horns (one of theirs was born without them) so that he could compete with our other males since we are not de-horning our goats.
Since he's part Alpine, that makes him rather "Piney," and so we decided to name him Piney Tim (we'll probably call him Timmy for short). And so here he is:
We're thankful to the Lord for allowing the perpetuation of the animals for all of the families here on the land, and for allowing us to have this opportunity with a local family to husband the animals in this outbreeding way.
The Lord once again saw fit in His graces, mercies and wisdom to grant us a new calf, a heifer, to our heifer Catalina (who with this calf has now become a cow). The calf sort of has the color of a redwood tree, so we decided to call her Secoya, which is Spanish for "redwood."
Here is the new little one:
And here she is again, in action:
We are again very grateful to God for His provisions of this new calf.
Once again God has seen it in His graces to grant another calf, this time to Casi Blanca, daughter of Amistosa. Casi is the calf shown with Ami in the second picture under "Our Herd" in the cattle introduction post. This is Casi's first calf, a little heifer; and her name is Dulce (which means "sweet" or "candy") because she looks like a chocolate dipped ice cream cone.
Here she is:
And here's a video:
We are again grateful to the Lord for His provisions of this new calf and the growth of the herd.
The Lord graciously saw fit to grant us another calf, a little heifer, from Rosalinda, daughter of Rosa. Rosalinda is the calf next to Rosa in the first picture in the "Our Herd" section of our cattle introduction post. This is Rosalinda's first calf; and we have decided to call her Adelina, which means "little noble."
Here is a picture:
And a moving picture:
We are once again grateful to God for His providence and graces and mercies in granting this addition to our herd.
We recently obtained a doe Pammy that had been brought down to the land from Mrs. Judy's herd. We had placed her with Shatner our buck, and Thursday she gave birth to her first kid. Please meet Tapioca, because she's the same color as tapioca pudding -- we'll probably call her Tappi mostly :) :
She seems to be very healthy and is getting around and suckling, and Pammy seems to be doing the proper mothering things:
We once again thank the Lord for Him granting the provision of Pammy and her new doe, and we pray for help and guidance to take care of His gifts properly and biblically.
The Lord by His graces and mercies saw fit to allow a calf to be born three or four days ago to one of our heifers, Tiara. Please meet our new heifer calf Lajoya, which in Spanish as two words (la joya) means "the jewel" -- a jewel being something that might come from a tiara. :) :
Tiara is the little calf you see walking next to her mother Amistosa in the first picture of our blog post introducing the cattle. And now with Tiara having her first calf, Lajoya is the first grandcalf from one of Sue's and my cows.
Here is a video of her just a day or two after being born. We've seen her prancing around in the morning and evening, and so I think daytime is sleepy time:
We thank God once again for His gracious provisions and blessings!
The Lord has granted that our doe Winnie give birth to triplets, all males. Please meet Athos, Porthos and Aramis. This is Winnie's second litter, and our pure-bred Nubian buck Shatner is the sire:
Here's an introduction to them:
And the next evening them getting around (I'm a little out of breath at the beginning after running to get the camera):
We are once again grateful to God for His provisions of these goats, and the health He has graciously granted them and Winnie thus far.
The Lord graciously granted Betsy, one of our nanny goats, to give birth to twins. They are pure Nubians. One is a male, the other a female; and so, please meet Donny and Marie. Here is a picture (Donny's on the right, Marie's on the left):
And here is a video:
They were born just before sunrise on a near freezing morning. Due to some confusion in our understanding of when new-born goats need to be up, around and suckling, we let them be for several hours. Well, for some reason Betsy didn't clean them off, and when we checked on them again, they were still laying down, one struggling to get up stuck in the birth wetness. Needless to say, we got them up and cleaned out their little shed and put fresh hay in it. We went and looked up some new-born information in our goat books, and they indicated they needed to be up and suckling within 30 minutes. Sigh. They looked very weak, weren't really up and about, and weren't eating; and so, we decided to milk Betsy for her colostrum and bottle feed them. We did this a few times throughout the afternoon. Before our community meeting that night, we closed them into the shed because it was going to be a cold night again. After the meeting we checked on them, and they appeared to be walking around a bit and even latching on to Betsy's teats a little, and so we decided to not interfere for the night. And we prayed.
Well, God was merciful, and in the morning they were up and standing when we let them out. We watched them throughout the day and saw that they indeed were suckling. Since then they've only gotten stronger and are now getting around quite well.
Here is another video:
We are thankful once again for the Lord's provisions, and his mercies in allowing the new little ones to live and begin to grow healthy.
Part of our plan for our animals was to rotate them through a set of pens, which would provide various types of fertilization in an effort to revitalize, improve and maintain the efficiency of the soil. Also, with the need to separate out our male goat from the female goats to control the breeding process, I decided it was time to add a couple more pens to our current set of two pens. Our neighbor Kelly was looking for some work, so we hired him to build these for us.
Before starting on the new pens however, some work needed to be done on the previous pens to bolster the support structure of the wood posts. On a few of them I had hoped to get away with just a single post without supports. Even though I didn't stretch the fence that tightly, it still had been putting enough pressure on the posts to begin to pull out of the ground a little. And so Kelly added some "kickers" (the diagonal posts) and "dead men" support (the small posts to which the lower part of the diagonals are attached) to help with that problem. This also would set a better design precedent for the new pens. Further, in the way I designed the first two pens, I had the entry gates for each pen (which were 12 foot gates in order to allow for the driving through of the tractor and disk plows) next to each other so they would share a common post to which the opening side of the gate would latch. This was in order to try to use fewer posts. Although not perfect, this has seemed to work fairly well in being able to move animals from one pen to the other:
However, in adding the next two pens, we could use this same design between them; but if we were going to be able to move animals from pen 2 to pen 3, it would need to be done through gates that would be nearly 200 feet apart, which would probably require a pathway between those two pens. And so instead of that, Kelly added a gate to the side of pen 2 that would allow for free movement between it and pen 3:
Then he set to work on replicating pens 1 and 2 as pens 3 and 4. We plan on adding a 5th pen at some point, so he implemented the same pass-through on pen 4 that he added to pen 2:
We thank Kelly for his work, and once again for the Lord for His resources and provisions. We pray that God always guide and direct us in our decisions in how to build our homestead; and that, despite ourselves and any lack of understanding or foresight, He lead us to do the right things and to those that will work well in the future, for His glory.
When we attended the Homestead Heritage Craft Fair this last November, I had the opportunity to observe their sheepdog demonstration. Needless to say, I was impressed with their ability to round up animals. With our attempts at rounding up animals either gruelingly on foot or industrially with trucks, I thought that having sheepdog capabilities around the land would be of great benefit to all involved for all of the various animals we have to sometimes corral and/or separate. The Homestead Heritage folks had decided on Border Collies for their herding breed, and so I figured I would follow suit at some point.
Well, that some point came quicker than I had expected. Recently, an ad was placed in the local classifieds paper for registered border collie puppies. Even though they were pricey as registered dogs, I called, in case the owner had or could recommend non-registered ones which would cost less. When I talked with the owner and explained what I was looking for, it so happened she was moving and was willing to sell one or both of the remaining registered pups from the latest litter for 40% off. We thought that was just too good to pass up. At first I thought we'd only get one, but then reconsidered, given the deal she was offering, that the two dogs would have each other, and to allow us to potentially breed them; and so, we decided to get both the male and female she had left.
And here they are. We decided to give them Scottish names because Border Collies originate from the border area of England and Scotland, and we named them different sounding names to help them differentiate between themselves when being commanded. Please meet Brodey (pictured to the right above) and Nessa (pictured to the left above). They're quite playful and friendly, and we look forward to being able to train them to be functional animal members of the community:
Here is a video of them just after arriving here on the land:
The Lord is gracious in granting us these animals, especially in the way He did; and we pray for guidance in training them.
The Lord most graciously allowed yet another calf to be born to one of our cows. Introducing Leandro, which means "lion-man"; of course he's not a man though :). Rosa gave birth to him this past Monday, and he is our first bull (male) calf:
Here is another picture of him:
And here is a video (which was shot Wednesday):
God is very gracious and merciful, and we are thankful for Him granting perpetuation provisions.
The Lord in His graces and mercies granted a new little heifer (female) calf be born this past Sabbath (Saturday) to one of our cows, Amistosa. The calf has a little "dot" of white fur on her otherwise red (brown) head, and that reminded us of a East Indian princess, which apparently is not what the dot means and was just an improper perception we had; but we decided to go with it anyway, so please meet Sarita, which means "princess" in Spanish. She was up and about following her mother in just about 6 hours, we figure.
Her mother's name means "friendly" (because she has been from the moment we got her), and it appears this little one picked up the gene, because she walked right up to us, which allowed us these pictures:
And this video:
We are very grateful once again to God and His many provisions.
Currently, our only pig pen area is the place set up with the farrowing shed. One day if the Lord wills, we hope to have pigs as part of an animal rotation scheme. But until then, I thought it might be beneficial to try to allow the pigs in the farrowing area to semi-free range (allow them out of the pen but still keep them controlled) where there was grass and other eatables available. This hopefully would also help us cut back on the store-bought feed. Michael had done this with his pigs by surrounding a forage area with electric fence driven by solar power, and so I thought I'd go the same route.
For us, this involved pounding rebar stakes into the ground every 12 or so feet apart, pounding metal T-posts at the corners, attaching the proper plastic electric fence wire insulators for rebar and T-posts, and then running the electric wire. Here is a picture of the fence:
And here is a reverse pictured of the same area:
In running the first wire strand, I found that I needed to attach the plastic insulators for the T-post corners after running the main fence wire through them. If you wire them to the corners before hand, which I did and initially thought was just part of a good preparation process for running the fence wire, there was no way to then actually run the fence wire through them when running the wire off of a spool. So I had to undo and redo the wired corners as the wire was run by. Oops. I did however get it right on the second strand.
But once the wire was run, it was time to hook up the solar powered electric fence power source. Part of wiring it up was driving into the ground a 6' galvanized rod for grounding:
Oh Give Me a Home
In considering the distance between the ground and each of the fence wires, I set the plastic wire holders attached to the rebar about one middle finger to thumb hand span above the ground and then then same span above that for the second wire. Well, once we turned the system on and let the pigs out, apparently not only did we agitate them too excitedly for the moment, but the upper wire just said "doorway" to the pigs; and they both proceeded to hurtle between the two wires and off into the field.
Well, after chasing them back into the pen area, and with the obvious fence failure, I was unsure as to how to proceed. However, I decided to try lowering the top wire half the span between it and the lower wire; and also thought that when we would let them out we would try to make sure they weren't stirred up so much.
That seemed to help. Here they are discovering their new roaming land:
And...well, I guess things are all right now:
We once again thank the Lord for His provisions and wisdom, insight and help with the processes of building our homestead.
In trying to separate from dependence upon the world, we are hoping and praying that the Lord will perpetuate our animals here, so that we may have ongoing provisions, according to His will. These will be updates on any the Lord has graciously granted.
Chickens
The same hen that has gone broody every year so far did again this year. A hatching cycle is 21 days, and you can almost set a clock by it. She sat through one cycle of our eggs with no chicks hatching. Last year she sat through another cycle of eggs that didn't hatch before we borrowed eggs from the Bunkers to put under her for her third cycle (which worked last year). This year we didn't wait, and the Bunkers graciously allowed us to have some more of their eggs to put under her in the second cycle. And sure enough, the Lord graciously brought forth 2 chicks!
Here they are still pretty new:
How's that for a blanket!
Here they are recently:
"Momma always says..."
"'Life is like a bag of hen scratch. You never know what you're gonna get.'"
Taxi, please!
Goats
Here's the latest of Winnie and Minnie:
Don't let Minnie's mature act here fool you in this up close and personal moment – she still likes to jump all over Sue's back:
Pigs
The Lord graciously granted our female pig to give birth to 5 piglets mid June. In His wisdom though, one was still born, and 2 more died within a week or two. However, again by God's graces, we still have two healthy piglets running around, both which we believe are females.
Here they are lined up for a photo op:
And here's up close and personal with the pigs, although I think a little too up close and personal for the sows liking. In the second part of the video though, I got smart and recorded from the outside of the pen:
Actually, I think she thought it was watering time. :)
Once again, we are grateful to the Lord for His provisions!
Dave and I had probably never even seen very many goats in our lives other than at a petting zoo here and there. And any goat cheese I had ever tasted I didn't like at ALL! I never even ventured to taste goat milk thinking it would be horrible.
Well, since we've moved to Texas, we've obviously been more exposed to a whole new world of livestock and all kinds of farm animals. A family that lived up in Lubbock, TX who we have gotten to know had a herd of goats they milked daily. One day Dave and our neighbor Michael came back from a trip to Lubbock with some fresh goat milk and cheese in tow that the family had given them. I thought I would try a tiny bite of the cheese and sip of milk because they had graciously shared some with us. It was like nothing labeled goat cheese I had ever tasted. The cheese tasted like delicious cream cheese, and the fresh milk tasted just like cow's milk, only better and a bit sweeter. I was hooked!
We have heard that fresh goat milk is much more compatible to the human digestive system than cow's milk and very good for you, so we decided we might be interested in getting a dairy goat someday...... and that someday came sooner than we thought in the Fall of 2006 when our nice friends Judy (Tabletop Homestead) and her husband drove down from Oklahoma and gave Michael three goats, one of which he graciously gave to us. We got to pick Winnie:
She is part LaMancha, and they are very social animals and get rather loud and whiny if they don't have a playmate around to keep them company (play the video below at your own risk :) ). She was very vocal from the beginning, even "whiny", so we named her the closest thing to that term we could; but she has turned out to be a very friendly and hearty goat:
We then decided to go ahead and get a buck so Winnie could get pregnant and we could start milking her. So we bought our first Nubian billy goat, "Shatner" (after a famous "Billy"), in December 2007. Well, Winnie seemed to be in heat the day we brought him home; and he sure didn't waste any time, so she had her first kid almost five months to the day after we got him. Here is Shatner:
And we'd like to introduce their first kid born just two weeks ago in early June 2008! We've decided to call her "Minnie":
She seemed very fragile and small at first, but within a few days she was a champion nurser and running and jumping all around:
She has her mother's lungs, too. She has a cute little bleat that will probably get much, much louder as she gets older. Oh, boy.....
Lastly, we were also able to obtain a Nubian doe. Please meet Betsy (we kept the name from her previous owners). We also considered naming her Julia because her bleat sounds a lot like you might imagine if Julia Child were a goat. Well, just take my word for it. ;) Betsy and Shatner are roommates right now, so we think she might be getting pregnant sometime soon. Either that or we'll have to build a third goat pen right quick for Shatner to keep him away from the does:
We look forward to starting to milk Winnie very soon as well as Betsy and Minnie someday. I hope to learn to make goat cheese as delicious as our friends do, among many other items, even soap.
Dave had built a shelter for each of our two goat fields to house and protect our increasing number of goats from the elements and predators. Similar to the chicken tractor, the sheds are built to be portable to adjust to changing high wind patterns and other factors. We had some high south winds recently and one of the sheds was blown completely over. Thank God none of the goats were injured. One of the sheds blew over again and Dave was a bit frustrated. In the process of putting it back in place, Dave pulled up the pallets on which the goats rest in the shed and found that a cute little rattlesnake had been in cohabitation with our goats. Dave sent me running for the shotgun; and after I returned with it, he took it out in one shot. But we realized if the goat shed had not turned over we might not have discovered the rattlesnake, another reason to never question the circumstances God allows in our lives. Thank God. We have since found a way to anchor down the sheds but have them remain portable:
Another thing that has been interesting for us has been to watch the behavior of the goats. Winnie is our little diva who makes sure you know it's all about her all the time. Goats are stubborn, selfish and determined much of the time, which is where we figure the term "kids" originated when referring to many children today. It reminds us that God refers to the unsaved as goats and the saved as sheep in the Bible: Matthew 25:32-33,34,41: "And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world...Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels." Both were created, elect and unelect, to be what they are, according to God's will: Rom 9:21: "Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?" Goats are stubborn and will continue in their stubbornness, even to the end; whereas sheep, which are apparently gentle, compliant and easily trainable, will hear Christ's voice when they are called: John 10:27: "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.". It appears that one of the reasons God, in all His wisdom, placed animals on the earth was to visually show us spiritual realities. Dave is thinking about getting some sheep someday, partially to use the wool for various items but also to have another visual reminder of God's teachings.
We pray that, by God's graces and mercies, we will be those who hear His voice and follow when He calls.
We are thankful for the Lord allowing us these daily observations and exposure to each of these species here on the farm as excellent reminders of the spiritual types in the Bible.
Heb. 11:8-10 - "By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place
which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed;
and he went out, not knowing whither he went. By faith he
sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country,
dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs
with him of the same promise: For he looked for a city
which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God."
About Me
Name: David and Susan Sifford
Location: Santa Anna, Texas
We are a couple who the Lord graciously brought together in marriage under Him in August 2003. Our prayer in life is that the Lord glorify Himself through us in whatever way He may, and that He grow us daily in obedience to Him. We are thankful to Him for His endless graces and mercies, and are grateful to Him for the time He has allowed us to be together.
