 I went out early one morning recently to enjoy the quiet. |
 Too bad there wasn't any! The cows mooed. The rooster crowed. I couldn't walk without being tripped up by chickens or dogs.  |
Except here. Shhhhh. Here is my broody hen, quietly, steadfastly, going about her work of starting a family in the tool shed, by the light of the moon. She, too, had trouble finding quiet. She started off in a wild place behind the hangar but was discovered by the dogs. They ate her eggs. Then she searched out this safe nursery--where she comes and goes via an open window--and started over. Soon she will have no peace again, but she will be content just the same in doing what she was designed to do.
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And people think it's quiet outside of the city! I hope no one finds the eggs this time.
I am keeping a sharp eye on the nursery, Kathy!
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