Getting up with the chickens. I guess I never really thought about the phrase, or what it meant. I never considered what time a chicken might want to get up. Or if they really care, for that matter.
That was, of course, before I had a mini flock of my own chickens to contend with. Now I know the truth. chickens are without a doubt “early birds”.
The hens impatiently wait for the dawn, to be released from the confines of their coop. The baby chicks start peeping loudly at the first glimmer of sunlight. Their message comes in loud and clear…feed us.
And so goes my morning…
Until the next time…I’ll be rising with the chickens.