This morning one of my six-gifted Buff Orpingtons went missing.  I observed only five hefty hens roaming the Coop de  I.a today.  Our late night out left the flightless avians vulnerable.  Did the guardians sleep through a raccoon reconnoiter?  Look for feathers.  Blood.  Find the headless hen.  I contained and counted my other fifty-eight fowl.  All accounted.  There must be evidence.  Should always be evidence.  Good job farmer.  First panic, then think.  Yesterday, you let the Buffs bound from their bastion for the first time.  In their delight, they roamed the range.  From turkey shed to trailer bed and all mysteries in between.  She, the missing, could still be desperately hold up in a fenced area, perimeter, or another deadly and predatory cardboard box.  Stop thinking.  Listen.  That egg laying cackle.  She lost now found…laying an egg.  Next door in little Coop de I.b.  The prodigal poultry produced.  Plus egg.

When emotion trumps reason initially, one proves to be human.  But if emotion never finds reason, one submits to irrational.  If emotion reigns during decisions and dealings, she allows her emotional flood to soak endeavors and stall the clever.  Any generous individual who ventures into the land of giving gets taken.  Desperate people survive through boldness.  You extend to the beggar a penny, the hand demands a pound.  The newborn philanthropist recoils once at this avarice and often retreats. Panic, much like that with a farmer’s lost chicken, over powers reason.  The reason for generous giving in the first place now grounded by generous taking.  The anatomy of needy and function of fortune-less must be understood before surgically removing poverty with stitches of charity.  The tactics of the desperate need be known, else one’s wealth stealthily moves into the poor’s pocket.  The beliefs of the bold cannot be altered.  The giver must balance beggar beliefs against continued contributions and the welfare of all involved.

Needy people develop tactics when the beggar’s cup rings empty.  Be it a lion’s den or a stranger’s, the family patriarch or matriarch moves brazenly to support the family’s immediate needs.

Desperate people rise to survival before descending to consent.

Bold people emerge from poverty after beliefs find no humanity.

Stand and deliver gifts, but not all of them.  And not all that could be given.  And only what you want to give.