Do he and she even need to say a word to each other today? The chickens are awake and look healthy, the garden is green and growing in the moist soil. It’s mid morning, a bit chilly, but it appears they’ve worn these clothes on many a morning. This is their home; my guess it’s been their home for a long, long time. They take their stations – he sits comfortably on a plastic container; she appears to be sitting as well, although slightly disabled, using what appears to be an arm crutch, maybe two -but she’s holding her own. Perhaps this is their routine. So charming!
