Baseball: Dogs in the Bleachers and Chickens on our Minds

 "Every best gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no change nor shadow of alteration."

In our house, three sports are happening right now: competitive cycling for the 15 year old, and travel soccer and middle school baseball for the 12 year old.

Today was a glorious spring day, the Wednesday of Holy Week and was the first game of our son's middle school baseball team. The game started at 4 in a county park and the team handily won over a local Christian middle school. Our son, who is goal keeper for the travel soccer team, plays catcher. Here's a shot of him warming up, taken with my cell phone between the fence's links.

Parents who can show up for a baseball game at 4 p.m. on a Wednesday tend to be teachers. My husband drove over from work to watch the game, and then headed back to the office. Many of us brought dogs, which led to a whole lot of barking in the bleachers.

I ended up talking to a high school guidance counselor and a middle school Spanish teacher about chickens. How many chickens can you have in your yard in our town? How does a chicken's egg get fertilized? Do you need a rooster to get an egg? The counselor's wife grew up on a chicken farm and between that and his googling for information, we got our answers. And then the game was over.

I look forward to more games and more interesting conversations.