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I just went outside to close up the chicken coop. I’ve been letting them out in the late afternoon, once their egg laying is done, so they can peck at the fresh grass and bugs. They love turn out time! As the sun sets, they all head back for the coop where they settle in on their roost until morning.
It’s just after 9 pm here; the sky is clear and I can count stars forever. It’s dark, but I hear Quiet Storm’s hoof beats as she gallops across the pasture towards me. The Screamer grunts contentedly from her pen. A couple of the ewes baa from the lower pasture.
I can hear the frogs singing happily from across the valley down in the cow pond. Not nearly so loud and obnoxious as they were during breeding season, they’ve settled into a sweet lullaby, accompanied by the trickle of Carpenter Creek just beyond the trees. And the air? The air is so fresh, so crisp and clean. Not at all like city air. Out here, you can breath!
I love it here. I can muck manure every day in exchange for nights like this. If City Boy moved our bed outside right now, I’d happily snuggle up with him under the stars…that is, if it weren’t for those danged mosquitos! Dang, where did those things come from?! Eeks! They’re biting me! Quick! Back to the safety of the house!
Never mind, City Boy. We’re sleeping inside.