Brown, gentle and soft with inquisitive eyes, they turn their heads watching with deep curiosity.
Clucking softly, they lift their feet curling their toes in slow motion, as they strut.
They file out in the morning to meet the sunlight. Their tiny feet clutch the rungs of the ramp. They peck and scratch, looking for a morsel of food –scolding if disturbed.
The wind ruffles their feathers, as they stand in a huddle under the chicken coop. They are waiting for their evening meal.