Sunny Sunday

The sun shines bright on my old….“ well, Chicken Ranch today. I’m on the back porch with Georgie the cat, drinking my morning coffee. I’ve got on my “Sunday, go to meeting” hat and boots on because… it’s Sunday and I’m going to meeting’ soon. Meanwhile, Georgie and I are just soaking up the spring weather like a Brawny paper towel.

The trees are all dressed up like girls going to the Prom. Every shade of bloom is visible. Pink, white, dusty rose, lilac, a whole catalog of colors. We have planted Dogwood, Flowering Crab, Cherry and many others over the years just for this time of year, when an explosion of color fills the lawn to the south. And I can just sit in this chair and drink it in.

The ground too is full of bloom, and green shoots that promise blooms of their own later. The birds are looking for mates. Strutting, courting and singing . You’d think a panel of judges was watching, the way they dance and fly about. Honey bees are buzzing around the blooms , one after another, then sipping on the golden nectar.

Even the chickens are clucking and crooning as they scratch about in search of a snack. The warm temps and additional light has encouraged a boost in their egg production. The refrigerators are filling once again with dozens of large brown eggs.

Yep it’s spring alright, all the sights and sounds are here to verify it. And we’re all glad. It's been long awaited here at the Chicken Ranch.