“Clucking” after I have fallen from my roost last night as the trees sways thought the wind of that terrible storm. This morning its a joy to see how the sun as with its risen exciting rays
Pointing them all over the yard, from the roof top to the green lawn unto neighbors yard. I feel the wind blowing my feathers and the sun boring through my skinny old skin.
What a superb morning after a tragic night.
Good morning cocks and chicken.
How do you do?
Hopefully you didn’t have my ordeal but what an old hen like me worried about, I’ve been through worst.