ca-a-a-a

Updated: September 12, 2025

I wanted to go and spend the day with the hens, singing over that little dozy ca-a-a-a they do, in the sun, and stretch one leg and one wing till they most broke off, and ruffle up all my feathers and let 'em settle back very slow, and then just set." They had started downstairs before Aunt Hetty had finished this, the little girl holding tightly to the wrinkled old hand.

Dorothy Canfield Fisher - The Brimming Cup