The morning was crisp and cool with a cloudless sky suspended overhead as the daylight opened her eyes to reveal what had shortly before been hidden by the darkness. The chickens were scuttling about with regular clucks and cackles. Each of the roosters was in competition over who would most graciously greet the new day. The birds had awakened and begun their morning songs. I stood there feeling sorry for everyone who had to awake to the sound of rush hour traffic and the wailing of sirens in the city.
Every morning there is a ritual to go through.
Get up, get dressed and go out and feed the animals. The cows were in the pasture standing around, munching what little grass there was to eat, moving ever so gently from place to place just doing their cow thing. I made my way to the rabbit house to take care of my babies. When they hear you approaching, they begin jumping all around their cages because they know it is time for breakfast. Sometimes the cows will get to their eating place before I can get in to take care of the rabbits.