The backyard trees a host to many, feathered friends who feed on plenty.
A young child’s eyes and ears in tune with what’s expected, how she yearns.
The ritual she knows too well, it’s her job to calm the swell.
A task that any one could do, but she and Rooster rule this roost.
Hand in hand they take a walk, to fill her bucket - have a talk.
A time that’s only meant for them, her mom and Gigi left to grin.
Many stops they do make around the pasture through the gate.
The feeding places hang near by from Live Oak branches way up high.
Her little bucket in her grasp, filled with seed to feed the mass.