Early in the morning hours, I count the hens. Most days I count 36 of them.
Their feet point the way. Can you tell if they are coming or going?
The whitetail come looking near the hen house and rabbit hutch for any dropped pieces of hay or corn.
The porcupine sits up high in the Hemlock, and drops branches to the deer below.
Movements are slow, now that the cold and ice are here.
Mostly, they don't mind when I use my camera.
But there are those moments when we startle each other.
Back inside -loose ends are being tied together as the clock begins to wind down on 2009.
Tomorrow brings the winter solstice, the shortest day will show the longest shadows.