The air is cool and damp. The sun barely up, it's light still soft.
The chickens alternately make their gentle morning sounds and then scold loudly over whatever ruffles their feathers. They are the most grateful recipients of their morning feed.
Two deer, does, stand at the edge of the woods watching the chickens being fed. They do not want to leave, they want apples for breakfast from the trees in the center of the yard. Motionless, they wait to see if it's safe to come back to breakfast. Only after I go in the house do they decide to leave.
Rabbits bound across the yard in all directions. They almost look like they are playing. Maybe they are. Maybe they just can't help looking that way because their appearance is sweet and charming. Maybe they are really working hard to prepare for fall.
As I return to the house, the kittens double team me, jumping at my ankles, nipping at my shoes, forcing me to slow down and walk carefully.
The best gift of all awaits me in the house. One of the toddlers is awake waiting to be held. He still smells sweet and clean from his bath last night. He is warm from sleep. This will be the only time during the day that he is quiet and peaceful, not seeking adventure. We will enjoy the stillness together.