The weather has been beautiful this week and I luckily have the week off. We need a whole week to celebrate those two presidents. With beautiful weather comes a lot of chores. Rake this, shovel that, clean this, hammer that, keeps me in my happy place. I even like saying the word "chore".
But every once in a while I have to sit and just be. I have to just sit still.
If I hadn't been still I wouldn't have seen the big gray squirrel that ventured out and ran the length of the fence lines like a highway.
I wouldn't have seen the chickens all waiting in line to lay their eggs in the chosen box...instead of the three others. I wouldn't have seen Filbert lie down in the grain trough while Cora Belle nibbled on the top of his head.
I wouldn't have seen how pretty Reese looks when she's standing in the sun. All sparkly...like a vampire.
Because I sat really still a flock of chickadees landed in the tree by me and sang a little song. They didn't even notice me.
No pictures......I was very still.