Misty Morning

Oh the beautiful, quiet morning...rain drip, drip, dripping from the two-story tall cherry tree leaves, the grass over-grown due to lack of time and flexibility glistens in the misty rain.  The chicken sisters are out having their morning walk-about...scratch, scratch, scratch, peck, peck, peck, mutter a little..."What have you found? Anything good?  Will you share with me?"  "Oh Mama's coming!  She is so tall...and a little scarey.  But she usually has something good for us to eat."  "OH baby slugs!  They are the best!"  Difficult to break up the amazing slug maternity ward that has set itself up in the potato patch, but gifting them to the chicken-sisters reminds one of the circle of life in the garden.