Chicken poop and flower nectar

This year is the year of the chickens for Cess and me.  Four weeks ago a box was delivered by the mail man containing fifty-five little chicks, each about the size of a ping pong ball.  Their specific breed is broiler chickens, to be raised for slaughter in just eight weeks.  During the eight weeks they will rapidly grow to about eight pounds thanks to many bags of high protein feed and lots of fresh water.  Thus far they have consumed about 400 pounds of feed.

Yesterday, Cess informed me that I needed to replace the wood shavings spread on the floor of the chicken house—that even though she tries to keep it as clean as possible by scooping up the poop, there are little white worms now in the shavings.  These worms are maggots from the flies chicken poop attracts.  And boy howdy, 400 pounds of feed going through chickens produces lots of chicken poop that attracts lots of flies.

As I went about the less than pleasant task I noted some little yellow flowers just outside the chicken house that were in bloom.  And fluttering around the flowers were several pretty butterflies, sipping sweet nectar.  I thought to myself there has to be a parallel or analogy here—pesky flies inside attracted by what attracts flies, and lovely butterflies five feet away attracted by what attracts butterflies.  There were no flies on the flowers and no butterflies on the chicken poop.  I guess one moral to this could be, if you want butterflies plant flowers.  And if you want pesky flies, spread chicken poop.

Then this scripture started rolling around in my head:

What do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? …  What does a believer have in common with an unbeliever?

Now where might the application be?

Gene Pool