Slowly the house wakes up. Dakota’s cage gets uncovered and he makes his morning peeps, Cheyenne stretches and yawns with Jason, and someone makes the coffee…usually me.
It ebbs and wanes but the morning noise level is always a bit surprising. The TV blaring, the shower running, hairdryer, microwave, coffee perking, bird squawking, dogs barking and stomping around…It’s feels deafening!
And when it’s all done and we’re headed out the door there is one moment in my day that brings me absolute joy-
It’s an incredibly quiet task, if I choose it to be, and everyone is happy to see me! I call out to Skipper and Cinders and they respond in kind. The goats bleat just a little bit as they are still sleepy too. Howly Berry meets me in the driveway and walks with me down to the barn so I can feed the horses and break their ice. Sometimes I see deer bedded down or grazing on the sky line which is tinted pink from the impending sunrise.
What a lovely, calm, quiet way to start my mornings.
I am reminded that I AM LUCKY.










































You see, he just LOVED chickens, especially Curly Joe. Curly Joe was special- for he was curly feathered unlike the other chickens who were simply strait feathered. He was a big curly rooster of a chicken. Because of Joe's quirky curly feathers, farmerette Aunt Wraylee handled Curly Joe often over the short course of his life. She thought herself pretty special to have a curly chicken and even more special to have one Grade A chicken holding nephew. She could not, nor would she, deny the farmer boy his chicken holding time......














