"Off to bed, chicks."
"Mom, please," I pleaded at my mother's firm cluck, "Just another minute?"
"Nope."
"Two minutes then?" I reasoned.
She laughed, shaking her head, and I fluffed my feathers up against the crisp breeze in a pout.
I didn't like going to bed- not this early.
It wasn't that I had anything against my nest or the quiet between the coop walls.
Rather, it was the sky...
As day turned to dusk it never failed to become painted with splashes of red and orange and violet, and it never failed to remain captivatingly changing until twinkling stars speckled it.
The farm at night was a completely different world than the warm and cheery one I lived in- and although my home would always be my favorite time a sense of wonder made me long to experience the colors I've seldom seen.
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Standard of Perfection- a story of true beauty
General FictionThe Standard of Perfection is a set of rules that make a fancy fowl... perfect. To match up to those guidelines qualifies a chicken to be entered in a show, and competitive breeders will stop at nothing to achieve that. But what happens when a chick...
