No two days are ever the same, and yet, most days have an element of sameness to them. We rise early, every day, and head out to the barn as the sun is rising. No two sunrises are ever the same.
We tend to the chores... the same basic list each and every day... and yet, the air is never the same. The sounds are never the same. Each day gives us a fresh palette of sensory experiences. I truly look forward to each and every morning and all of the work that awaits me. It's peaceful. It centers me. Making sure that every one of my charges is taken care of in the best way possible starts the day off on the right foot.
Each morning, we open the door to Old Tom Turkey's house and bid him good morning. We talk about the weather for a moment. Then I pick him up and lift him down to the floor...trying to spare his feet from jumping down the four-foot drop from his night's perch.
Tom's feet are his weak point, so anything we can do to preserve them is essential. At the end of the day, Hubbs will lift him back up to his perch for the night.
But the time between... the waking hours... are spent like this:
Good morning! He stretches and shakes off the night... getting his feathers in...