“Oh,” he said nodding toward the chicken house, “it’s too early. They aren’t ready to come in yet.”
It was chilly. Rain and snow had moved through the area earlier in the day. Still, the hens were out in the yard regardless of the chill. She loved seeing them outside. They always seemed content, even happy. And they loved to explore. They would wander as far as they were given berth. She and the rancher hoped to eventually fence the entire perimeter of the property. Then the hens could have free run without threat of the coyotes.
Since the birds were obviously enjoying the evening, they decided to walk up behind the house to cover her new trees. As fate would have it, the weather turned cold as soon as they planted the trees. She had looked at the forecast yesterday; it wasn’t supposed to dip below freezing. This morning, the forecast had been updated. They were in for freezing low temperatures for the next five days. That’s the way it always worked for them.
They finished covering the trees and decided to coax or herd the chickens inside. She stepped inside the yard and pushed them toward the door. For every chicken she managed to push in, it seemed another would come out. She was sure that they looked quite comical. Finally, she managed to make them all stay in long enough to close and latch the door. The sheep moved into the corral at the sight of the rancher. They knew who their master was and rarely gave him trouble.
Then, they walked back to the house. She yawned. “I’m tired,” she said, “and I still have to finish laundry.”
That was it. That about summed up their life. They went from one task to another. It might seem mundane, but sometimes it was the moments of normalcy that made it all worth it.