Opening the chicken pen early one morning, Stacy looked around and breathed in the crisp morning air. “Getting close to having morning frost I’d wager,” she said to no one in particular. She looked around and saw all her lovely chickens still nestled in their boxes peacefully sleeping away.
This was Stacey’s favourite part of her morning routine: fresh air, a fresh egg, and some quality time with her chickens.
As she did every morning, Stacey started to fill the feed troughs with grain. She dumped out the water that had been sitting over night and filled it fresh from the hose that was inside the hen house. She turned on the lights to the house, and the little heaters for those particularly diva type hens she had who needed the extra warmth early in the morning. Soon she would be keeping them on all day long as the fall chill would be more prominent in the coming weeks.
Once she was done with getting things all settled, Stacey opened the large door at the front of the hen house. During the night it is closed for the hen’s safety. Just a little hidden door at the back in case any of the hens feel the need to take a midnight stroll in the yard.
With the door open, Stacey begins her daily egg collection. Thanking each hen as she lifts them up and puts them on the ground. Some still asleep, some awake and pecking at her hands. Stacey gets her daily haul and heads back to the main house. Ready for a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon.
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