Gathering and Harvesting

Hens fly out of the hen house anxious for some juicy tid bit to eat. I check the nest boxes and gather up the days eggs. Greens and browns..the green eggs will always make me think of the book "Green Eggs and Ham". The youngest of the hens head back to the hen house for their turn at the grain. Its often a tough life to be the youngest in the flock. The rooster heads off to check on his "gals". Head held high, he raises his voice high.

With the eggs gathered and the chickens all fed, I head off to the garden to find a few ripe tomatoes to slice as a treat with our evening meal. Its a good life, this simple life. Wandering from one little job to the next, listening to the birds sing, watching the butterflies flutter from one flower to the next, and breathing deep, the fresh air. Nothing rushed, nothing demanding more of me than I can give. Just good old fashioned daily chores.