In The Morning

As I sit in the kitchen rocker drinking a cup of coffee and looking out the window I realize how much I have missed. And it's not even seven o'clock yet. The morning flights of hummingbirds have quickly dwindled the feeder of sugar water. I notice the woodpeckers have eliminated the suet. I mentally make a note to put out more of both. Rose Breasted Grosbeaks and Baltimore Orioles are in need of more grape jelly. (Another note). The House Finches, Chickadees, Red Wing Blackbirds, Morning Doves, and American Goldfinch are down to the last of the sunflower seeds. (And the list continues). The nests of Robins situated on perches at the front of the chicken house and one in the tool shed are full of babies waiting to eat as their parents search for food in the thick, dewy grass. The Swallows fly about and land on the posts near their nesting box at the corner of the goat yard. I look out to see where Glory and Apache are eating and a swan flys along the lagoon taking to the sky. Miss Kitty comes around the corner of the rabbitry to go inside; hopefully after catching a vole. Rooster and his Ladies are at the gate waiting for me to let them go in search of bugs throughout the yard and pastures. My list of things to do grows with each passing minute and I may be ready for a nap already, but I wouldn't trade this morning for anything.