It begins, the cold nights and fresh mornings, brings a warm, almost hot, day. While i was out busily building our new chicken tractor, i was listening to the song of the house martin. It was perched up on the electricity wire that joined to my house. I stopped in wonder from hammering, to admire the beautiful song it was gifting me. At that moment i realised the beauty and powerful meaning of that moment. I looked across at the field to the new mother goats, to see them watching their young, jumping and frolicking in the grass. The wind turbines up on the mountain top were slowly spinning, and the fresh clouds were piercing through, the sound was quiet, the air was still, what a wonderful time to be alive. I finished the frame of the chicken tractor. It measured in at 3x3 meters, and 1/2 a meter tall. I then went round my garden fence to find any existing chicken wire that wasn't being of any use anymore, and pulled ...
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