Mornings gathering eggs are magical.
The only thing that can make it even sweeter is the laughter of a little boy.
The pictures tell it far better than my words can do...
(Insert giggles here.)
The chicken wanted a bird's eye view of Samuel, and Samuel wanted scrambled eggs for lunch.
Those hens gave up and decided to take the ladder down to the ground floor...
Love that wee little barnyard in the corner of the garden.
Eggs hide in the straw.
Rain drips from eaves.
There's bread rising on the back of the stove.
And a little boy visiting.
Life is good.