This was one of the quietest mornings we’ve had in a long time.
We left the windows open. We came back late. We were tired. Huck would move around in his crate. But nothing too loud. Nothing that would wake you and keep you up.
I almost missed it.
I almost hoped one of the Ameraucana roosters would have started crowing right away.
But, no. Still silence on the mini-homestead, and I must say it’s a little lonely. When I opened the coop to let all the birds out, I looked around. I thought to myself, surely that can’t be it! I counted them all to be sure nothing had gotten to them.
20 Ameraucanas, Welsummers, Olive Egger, Anconas, Delawares.
No, nothing had gotten to the rest of my ladies (and four gentleman?), except us yesterday morning.
It’s an odd feeling, but certainly not a bad one.