She loved this time of day. Silence reigned, then suddenly as if orchestrated, the dawn chorus of birds erupted, their shrill whistles heralding another day. With a happy smile, she pushed to her feet, moving to the old barn. While the farm was small, now only about 30 acres – her father having over the years sold off the bigger fields – there was still much to do. When he died, Joy had kept some of the smaller livestock, having them there somehow keeping his spirit alive. For the next two hours she fed the chickens, pigs and two cows which remained. Happily, she collected the eggs and milked the docile cows, knowing that Mrs Peters would enjoy the fresh milk for her cheese-making. Grimacing, she knew that soon she would have to find homes for all of them, fighting the sudden wave of loss before shaking herself, her lips lifting... But not today. With the chores done, she moved to the closest field, a bucket of oats in one hand, a bridle in the other, a hard-hat on her head. Chuckling, she watched as Blaze, her horse for the past five years turned and trotted towards her, his tail held proudly behind him.
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