This morning, in the pre-dawn light of your morning, a saw Princess snoozing on her chicks. It was so pretty to see the first rays of sun touch her feathers, to watch her shake off the last remnants of sleep, turn her face to the sun, and sit there ever so stoically.
Trey just arrived with breakfast and there's a groggy, wiggly chick pile that was shaken from their slumber by mom moving. They don't seem to mind, however, and all beaks are on deck for a tasty morsel.
