and thought how nice it was to feel this way at the end of it.
And as I nestled in and drifted off to sleep, my heart felt wonderfully… free.
The next morning I still felt good. I went outside and sprinkled the yard,
enjoying the splish and patter of water on soil, wondering when, when, that first little blade of grass would spring up into the sunshine.
Then I went out back, cleaned the coop, raked the yard, and dug up some of the bigger weeds growing along the edges.
Mrs. Stueby leaned over the side fence as I was shoveling my rakings and weeds into a trash can and said, “How’s it going, Julianna?
Making neat for a rooster?” “A rooster?” “Why, certainly. Those hens need some motivation to start laying more!”
It was true. Bonnie and Clydette and the others were only laying about half the eggs that they used to, but a rooster?
I don’t think the neighborhood would appreciate my getting a rooster, Mrs. Stueby.
Besides, we’d get chicks and I don’t think we can handle any more poultry back here.”
Nonsense. You’ve spoiled these birds, giving them the whole yard.
They can share the space. Easily! How else are you going to maintain your business? Soon those birds won’t be laying anything a-tall!”
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