The Sound of the Farm in the Morning
In the early morning all I see is darkness. I hear only our rooster announcing the day and the mute shuffling around downstairs of my dad and mom getting ready. When the alarm goes off, 4:30, no more faking that I am still asleep, time to get dressed and go down stairs to start the morning chores, no breakfast until they are done.
Ralph, our dog, is waiting to get fed along with the cats. You can hear his tail begin to thump the ground and the cats begin to meow as they hear me opening the back porch door. They become more excited by the way the food tinkles as it hits their dishes. I know the sounds as I grab my coat from the hook and head out the door. I hear the other animals begin to sound off in the distance letting me know that they are ready to be fed as well. The chickens are softly clucking along with an occasional loud, "Baulk!" Nugget and the rest of the cows calling with their moos letting me know they are getting closer to the barn.
As I walk the trail, through the woods that gets me to the barn, the breeze lightly blows moving the trees ever so slightly. I jump as I hear a branch snap just to my right. I relax almost as fast when I realize that Ralph has come to join me in my morning trip. He and I have a one-way conversation the rest of the way till we emerge through woods and into the clearing where the barn is.
The barn door opens with the sound and smell of chickens, cows, and hay - it hits me head on. I realize how much I love this type of life, the kind that most of my classmates wouldn't be able to handle. Nugget then reminds me that I am to be feeding her and the others. I begin with getting them into their feeding area and locked in so when dad gets there they can be milked. The chickens and calves begin to get uptight when they hear the oats hitting the troughs for the milk cows.
Now time for the chickens to be feed, they hear their door opening and are ready to...