It's Breakfast Time

    “Wake up, Nani!” Luke exclaimed.  “The sun’s up.”  Luke was visiting his grandparents and he didn’t want to miss a second of daylight.  “It’s time to get up and go outside!”

    It was always exciting to visit Nani and Grandy.  Luke lived in the city.  When he came to visit, he was amazed at the space that he had to explore on the farm. There were goats and ducks and cats and dogs.  Birds were always clustered around the feeders outside the windows.  Occasionally, there were big Canada geese on the pond, honking hellos in goose language.  He could fish in the pond, or wade in the pool, or just curl up in the swing and be lazy. Something was always growing in the garden, and he could pick fresh vegetables or fruit that he wanted to eat. He especially loved the early summer—blueberry picking time!  How he loved blueberries! So much to do!  Today, Grandy had promised that he could help out with the goats. 
Luke dressed himself, and ran downstairs. 

    “It’s breakfast time, “ his grandmother called. 

    Nani had prepared his favorite breakfast, and he sat down to eat.  Luke was hungry.  As he ate his meal, his mind was racing.  “What will we do with the goats?” he wondered. 

    On the short walk to the barn, Luke greeted the ducks!  “Hello, ducks!”  he called as they swam to the shore expecting a tidbit of bread or morsel of grain. They wanted their breakfast, too.

    “Quack, quack to you!  It’s breakfast time!” the ducks answered.

    The goat herd had watched Luke and his grandparents as they walked toward their pasture.  “It must be feeding time,” they thought.  The goats sauntered up to the fence, bleating their hellos.  There were big goats, and little goats; brown goats and white goats; spotted goats and goats without spots.  Some had horns and some did not.  And, all had big golden goat eyes that looked right at Luke! 

    Luke watched as his grandfather cleaned the watering containers.  Goats needed fresh water to drink, especially when the weather was hot.  He patiently waited as his grandfather took fresh hay and put into the stall.  Then, Grandy took out an old bucket and filled it with oats.  “Would you like to feed them?” he asked.

    “Me?” Luke questioned.  “Sure!” Luke took the bucket.  He walked into the stall of the barn and filled the trough.  “It’s breakfast time, goats,” he said as he poured the grain.  The goats gathered around hungrily finding their places at the feeder.  “My mom says that breakfast is the most important meal of the day!” 

    The goats agreed that breakfast was a wonderful way to start the day.  And, Luke was ready to find a new adventure.