Monday, November 12, 2012

Birds of a Feather

Down in the barn, sparrows lined up on beams and wires as they waited for breakfast, looking like puff balls with feathers fluffed out to increase their insulation.  An old, raggedy mouse climbed up on the ledge of the Dutch door to sit in the sunshine.  Troops of turkeys marched in formation, walking to keep warm.  Until afternoon, the hens huddled together in the coops, taking comfort from each other.  As darkness fell, a vee of geese flew in black silhouette against the red setting sun, wondering why they'd travelled south for this.

It never warmed up all day.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

Cold hands...warm heart :-)