One of the many things I love about our small 200-year-old farmhouse is that the view from every window is amazing. Sheep out one side, a pony grazing on the other. Every morning, the chickens hold something of an organizing meeting on the back porch, they especially love sitting in Maria’s Rapunzel Chair, clucking and holding forth.

This was what I saw when I looked out the back door before I opened it. I think the white hen was in charge of the day’s agenda today.