The wood shed is almost empty (and still so much winter to get through!), so now when I bring in wood I’m looking out on the chicken run where it backs onto the woodshed.
There are lights on in the chicken run all the time. They only need 14 hours of light a day to keep laying, but the timer is packed away somewhere. If I’m getting wood late at night, I get to watch the chickens at their evening routine. Most of them are dozing on the roosts or on the ground. A few are poking around the run, doing chicken things.
And they are purring. Just a soft cooing under their breath. It’s pure contentment. I stand there in the shelter of the woodshed, in the cold quiet night, and listen to them. I love my life.