In Coop, I wrote:
Every time I stack firewood, there is this moment at the finish when I step back and survey the neat row, and a yoga-like calm fills me.
I find myself doing the same thing every time I move the chickens. Earlier this week I moved them from a scratched-up, denuded patch to a patch filled with wheat and clover. It was a bigger move than usual and it took me over an hour to get everything repositioned and reset. But when everything was in place and I opened the coop door and all those birds came spilling out and immediately scattered and set to pecking and scratching and making those quiet contented cluck-clucks, why, I just had to stand there for a while and let it soak in. Ommm-cluck.
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