Morning, Chicken.

Good morning, Chickens.

As you peck along today.

Enjoying the beauty of the suns warm rays.

Listening to the birds as you scratch and peck.

Take a dust bath. Get chased by the cat.

I really am sorry that he does that.

He’s the only one, who likes to see you all run.

Good morning, chicken.


Invigorating Wind

The air was alive with crisp, cold, invigorating wind.

Hitting her face, causing her to feel every piece of skin.

Often we think of the cold as numbing, but it really is alive.

Causing every cell to dance in an effort to keep warm.

She felt it. Deep in the marrow of her being. A wholeness so alive,

So glorious, it shone brighter than the sun.

She wanted nothing more than to shout it from the rooftops.

‘I’m alive!’

Instead she finished walking toward the chicken coop to clean it out.

Apologizing to the birds for causing them to leave the warmth of their home,

But knowing it would be temporary as the cleaning did not take long.

Smiling as she worked. Feeling the rhythm, like a dance, scoop, turn, toss, repeat.

Until back outside, in the invigorating wind. Feeling alive again.

Seeing the moments for what they are, and reveling in the beauty of the day. 

Calling the chickens back inside. 

They chirp quietly from their spot on the front porch.

Not quite ready to go in. Puffed and enjoying the cold, invigorating wind.

The Chickens

They run around excited to find 

Bugs and grubs and grasses.

They call their friends to share

The meal. Unless it’s noodles

Then all bets are off!

They run and duck.

Dodge and dive.

With a noodle stringing behind.

A hen in hot pursuit.

Trying to get the loot.

It’s comical and entertaining.

Everyone should see.

The stakes are high.

The noodles fly.

Until there are none left to eat.

Then back to the bugs, the grubs, and the grasses.

Looking serene and content.