Quiet Misty mornings on a farm are food for the soul. The nicker of a horse, the quack of a duck, the purr of a sweet kitten. When I opened the door, the ducks went out single file while the chickens waited patiently, and the goats looked on. Franchy and Layla frolicked a little in the yardbefore eating their breakfast. Byron, Sweet Byron, purred over his breakfast too
