my treasures come calling

my little hens, the treasures, came calling this morning, dressed in their finest blacke silkes. it's early and I'm waiting there on the porch in the pale light with my coffee, sitting on the front steps, listening while my world wakes up... my treasures arrive, bright eyed and wanting their visit with me and a soft pat on their feathers...I thank them for their lovely eggs... we have a bit of small talk, would you like some of my toast? how was your night, did you sleep well? What will you do today? Soon the visit is over -they're eager to get hurrying along. They hop down the steps out onto the grass, like children off to play. They'll spend their day roaming the farm, looking for bugs, inspecting & scratching up my newly planted garden beds..and doing whatever will entertain a hen... If I might be just a little late coming out, one of them will peck at the glass on the french door. Good morning! Are you coming out? We have our little rituals every morning. They've come to expect to see me waiting for them there. So this is how this farm girl begins her day. Not so glamorous perhaps, but the dearest place in world to me.