Crumbs From A Farm Table 1

There was an old horse, three pigs and clutch of chickens living in relative harmony on the farm. Mainly because there were no males among them. They lived their days to a routine than was both simple and thoroughly satisfying for these placid animals. One day fine Autumn day the old farmer's aging wife came to collect the eggs. She waded through the aromatic leaves covered in early morning dew, hugging the basket close to her chest. The early morning sunlight glinted on the wayward grey hairs that escaped her headscarf. She bent over and lifted the coop's shutter then reached inside brushing away some straw in search of eggs. Death came in an instant. The heavy wooden shutter fell down on her head and snapped her spine. The farmer contemplated the small log of firewood he used to dislodge the wooden support of the coop's shutter and decided it was dry enough to burn in the stove to make eggs for breakfast.