November 11, 2014 – It gets dark so much earlier these days. Already we are tucked into Coop #3 for the evening and it’s barely 5 o’clock. Most of the girls have snuggled into a comfortable spot on the roost and are snoozing peacefully, but I’m not yet ready to turn in. I can see from my window the great expanse of the night sky; cloudless and still. I wonder what lies beyond this flowing field of purplish black on the other side of space? If it’s another yard like ours, I wonder if some galactic hen is thinking the same thoughts about me.
“You’ve got the stars in your eyes tonight,” whispered Tim, tenderly interrupting my thoughts.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” I gushed in admiration.
“Indeed they are,” he replied. “They seem bubbly to me,” he said in amusement, “like they’re celebrating with flutes of champagne!”
“What do you think the stars are so happy about?” I pressed.
“That’s easy,” he said leaning in so only I could hear him. “They are tickled to delight you so. Good night, Hap. Pleasant dreams.”
“Goodnight, Tim,” I replied, my voice small and hushed.
I think I’ll stay awake a little longer and watch the stars flick and flutter like jewels. That way they’ll know that their gift is appreciated.