My seat at our kitchen table is next to the back door. Now that we are into the dry season we often open up the house in the cool of the morning. We have a flock of wild chickens that wander through our yeard every morning, the roosters crowing and the hens cackling and clucking to each other. The other day I picked the last piece of crust out of the bread bag and threw it out there for them. They scrambled and squabbled over it and generally appreciated it as only a flock of chickens can. Today I tossed them another piece of bread and then some cooked rice. I enjoy feeding them. They are very skittish, being wild, but also greedy enough to overcome that skittishness if I don't move too much. The roosters are big beautiful birds, very colorful and proud. The hens are pretty in a variety of colors and markings. One is almost all black and very dark green. Another is white with brown speckles. I'm hoping to see chicks soon. I love to watch them chasing around under the mother hen's feet.

It makes for good entertainment from my kitchen table. Much better than TV.