Sunday Morning.

Dear Friends, 

Today is Sunday, October 4th, 2020. 

Currently, I am outside in the chicken pen letting Baxter, Abbie, and Clementine play amongst the ducks and chickens. They enjoy being outside, but more so when they can feel free and not just go to the bathroom and run back in. They're like children, they want to be outside, they want to feel free like they can do whatever and be whatever for just a short amount of time. Baxter enjoys standing in the duck pools. Abbie just enjoys the breeze. Clementine enjoys digging her way to another world. 

The breeze today is so lovely. My wind chimes sing a melody that is so new to all of us. The air has a certain crispness that tells us that Fall is here. No matter how long it stays, it is here. 

The water of the duck pool sloshes slowly as Baxter carefully steps in like its a hot bath. The ducks glare at Baxter not knowing what to make of him in their pool. The teenager chicks peck at their feed, but as soon as the sun peeks from behind thin clouds they plop down and spread out. To a new chicken owner or someone who doesn't know how chickens act, they'd look dead, but they're just sunbathing. They like the warmth on their skin. 

Clementine's hole gets bigger and bigger as she digs under my board that I sit on. We never got a table or chairs to sit on outside so when I want to come out here I just sit on this random wooden board. 

It's quiet. Too quiet. 

"Where is Baxter?" I ask Abbie. Abbie stares back with a blank stare. 

I look up and I see four hairy brown legs inside of the chicken coop! How he got through the tiny door I haven't a clue! The door is a small door, just big enough for a basic sized chicken to fit through. But apparently not so small that a big "Baxter Boykin" can't fit through. 

I say, "Baxamillion?" 

He peeks his head out and sees that I am watching him, the look on his face is "Uh-Oh, mom caught me." He hops out, knocking his head on the coop door, that's sure to leave a bump! Then he drop and rolls Clementine and they start wrestling. We used to worry about him being too rough with Clementine, but really she is too rough with him. She has made him cry more than he has her. Little girls are tough as nails. 

Anyway, it's time for me to go find the farmer and figure out what's on the agenda today! 

-Lady of the Farm. ❤