I get up at seven every morning to take care of the chickens. I love being the first one awake, before the day starts moving. I can walk around the forest, everyone still asleep in their treehouses. I get my pick of the freshest chicken eggs for breakfast, brew the first pot of coffee and relax on the front porch in a solitude I know only in the small hours of the day. As my family and friends start waking up the gears of this magical place start to move, but for now the engine is just warming up.
