Every morning, just after dawn, Meg’s Bus arrives just outside of the big barn door, where her coop is. She shakes herself off, stretches, and hops on, steps to the rear, and calls out, “Hay Feeder, please,” and then the bus bumps and rumbles up the hill to the feeder, and Fran hops off, into the feeder, finds some bugs, ticks, worms, seeds, and then usually, she walks back home herself, unless there is a fox around, and then she takes the bus back. Just another day at the office.