The soundtrack of the morning is all about chickens and trains.

Off in the distance towards town it’s dump trucks. That loud bang as the rear gate swings back against the body and causes a second slide of dirt.

And now the neighborhood crows are checking for offerings to their magnificence. I haven’t had any stale bread to offer up in a few weeks, but still they check.

The sun is now up and side lighting the world.

A band of clouds is coming in off the gulf. Today’s showers beginning to build.

Here’s the photo…