Chicken love

This girl loves the chickens. Especially Fluffy—those girls have a special thing going.

The first thing she does in the morning is let the chickens out of the coop, and she puts them to bed last thing at night.

This afternoon I spied them on the patio, hanging out together in the sunshine, and my heart lept. I had this sudden notion that this is exactly where she’s supposed to be. Doing exactly what she’s supposed to do. There’s so much right about her in this little slice of time.