Yesterday, the sky was filled with spring clouds. The sun coaxed the daffodils to spread their petals. Winter is shedding away. All I have to do is stand and close my eyes. I can feel winter’s footsteps becoming fainter and fainter. The smell of spring tickles my nose. Spring clouds, spring flowers, spring eggs.

This morning while a group of hens gather to gossip by the stream, Special is in the water looking for something good to eat … or is she doing something else, like looking at her reflection in the glassy water? “Mirror, mirror in the stream, who’s the fairest of them all?” She knows the answer. She just wants to hear someone else say it.