Pearly stood there this morning, cold, wet and a certain exasperation in her looks. She had been hungry, but they had all been fed. But in a moments time, she glanced around that chicken-scratch, looking at all those young brooders, those proud and self-indulging roosters, those young eggs who had made young chickens, and the eggs of early morning still caught in the daylight, lying on their beds, waiting on the hands that would pick them up and take them away, off and out of here, leaving all of the chickens to start again, and refill this hen house once again by morning.
She was Pearly. She was proud. She didn't know of what, but her looks could stop those young chickens and have them walk away, and leave her to eat, to sit and to bring another egg into this morning world.
She was happy.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Belva Shelton
Stephensville County
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