In One Man's Answers to Prayer Arthur Custance included many examples of the Lord's faithfulness in answering his prayers.   This early episode took place in 1933. (Prairie Chickens are in the Pheasant family and ranged throughout much of the grassland regions of the United States and central Canada)  

In 1933, the very worst year of the Depression in Saskatchewan where its effects were unbelievably severe, we were reduced to living on bread and porridge, occasionally some apples to make into a sauce, and upon even rarer occasions a few potatoes.   It is amazing what one can accept as standard fare! Well, just before Christmas we had received a gift of four or five potatoes and a few apples.   They did not seem to be the makings of a traditional Christmas dinner, but we were thankful. A morning or two later, I looked out the window and saw a flock of prairie chickens fly over an orchard which was between us and a very near neighbouring farmer, Richard Ellison, with whom we had wonderful times of fellowship.   One of these birds for some reason landed in an apple tree while the rest of them flew on.

We had no means of shooting it, and I'm not much of a shot anyway.   Moreover, it was at least two hundred feet away. But it was clearly visible because there were no leaves on the trees.   I thought it just possible that I could run across to Dick Ellison's house without disturbing the bird and get him to try to shoot it for us.   However, as I opened our door, Dick's hired man, Fred, happened to come out on their back porch at the same moment.   I signaled to him and pointed across the orchard to the prairie chicken, still sitting well exposed on a branch.   He caught on immediately, disappeared quickly, and returned with a rifle.   Though he told me afterward that he too was not a particularly good shot, he succeeded in shooting it straight through the head.   It dropped without a movement: when we picked it up, it proved to be one of the biggest prairie chickens I have ever seen.   And so we had our Christmas dinner of roast potatoes and prairie chicken and baked apples.

This was pure goodness on the Lord's part, and it really involved a whole series of events, for I only "happened" to look out the window, and it only "happened" that one bird stayed behind for some reason, and it only "happened" that Fred came out on the back porch at that very moment, and it only "happened" that he shot it in the head and left its body unmarred in any way. Or did it only "happen?"