Daily gift

Pencil on paper.
We had a chicken coop on the small farm where I have been growing: it was behind the sheds and the cellar, near the vegetable garden. Chickens were free to roam around and every late afternoon, they came back to their shelter. Little me was the one in charge of collecting the eggs they laid: every day I went there with some expectation, wondering how many eggs I would have found. In the shadow of the shelter, it felt like a little miracle to find them every day, and I chose carefully the one I had to leave in the nest.