One Small Thing

This morning we went to the Appalachian Growers Festival at Monteith Park
in Dillsboro. There were bunches of people there selling herbs, garden plants,
seeds and other farming/gardening/flowering stuff. One hippie looking dude
had eggs for sale, lots of eggs. We asked him how many chickens he owned.
He said 60 laying hens. Then he said this--I love raising chickens. Sometimes
at night I'll go into the barn and just listen to them. They make a soft almost
cooing sound at night when they roost.
I thought that was so cool. I thought--Thats the kind of food I want to eat.
Food raised by farmers that go into their barns at night just to listen.