At the end of the day #sol16

At the end of the day, when it is clear and chilly, the chickens peck in the backyard, searching for any insect that may have ventured out into the day's earlier sunshine.  The sun is advancing beyond the horizon, leaving purple, pink, and blue streaks.  Lizzy, the labrador, wanders by looking at the chickens as if deciding whether or not to break up their frenzied hunt.  She stops, nose in the air looking left and right.  This is her yard, her home.  She protects it from any invader.  When all seems safe, she turns and heads toward the house.  Her dinner is waiting inside the garage, where she will eat and then retire to her bed.  She will continue to keep watch from that perch until she's invited inside for bedtime.