The chicken coop crafted from pallet boards and nails stands strong in our backyard through blizzards and at least one tornado. We watch the Ameraucana hens peck and prance through the dry grasses, looking forward to spring’s warm breath. Foreboding clouds swirl overhead with the threat of rain, and we spot the twist of suddenContinue reading “#TankaTuesday Challenge 269 Tanka Prose”
