Early morning in winter is fragile, as if one loud noise could shatter the very trees like ice, like crystal.
The chickens are still sleeping peaceful dreams in their house...
Rosie the Roo hasn't even noticed that the sun is coming up over the pond...
Down in the barn the goats are asleep, warm in their little nests of sweet hay; their darling little faces so precious and .... uggghh.... hey!....Why you little!...I don't have any animal crackers!....It's too damn early!...Jerry get off of me!
"Well wake me when you have crackers; and hey isn't that a new camera?"
Five feet of fencing. Four feet of snow. Jeesh, I'm going back to bed.