The Village Shepherd
It Isn't Fair!
Sermon
Many years ago, when Ian and I were still relatively young, we had the romantic notion of keeping a few chickens. I had fond memories of visiting my grandmother as a child. My grandparents had a nursery garden, and my grandmother kept a few hens. One of my greatest delights was to be allowed to go with her to collect the eggs. The feel of a warm egg, straight from the nesting box, placed so very gently into a wicker basket carried by my grandmother, was one of my early and most precious childhood memories.

