We are still having severe Robin problems. We can’t seem to stay the tide. However, the calvary has been called (The Dept of Conservation). They have really taken an interest in helping me for which I’m very thankful! However, we are too late for at least this Friday. I don’t have even one bucket of ripe berries at this point. The Dept. is literally bringing in their big guns today (a propane canon that shoots loud, blank shots) Also, they have given me several rounds of pyrotechniques that go “wizzz bang” across the plantation. Plus, we are bringing out the old plastic snakes again and putting them in the bushes. I still estimate that there are 300 lbs of unripe berries out there but not sure how many we will save. However, after all is said and done, I’m still thankful for what God has given us and all you who supported us this year. We have been overwhelmed and greatly encouraged by your kind words and enthusiasm. I would like to share a song that I read this morning:
God Moves in a Mysterious Way – William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
he treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take!
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy; and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
he hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His won interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
BB
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