In particular, I love the sounds of my flock. The gentle, syncopated peeps that indicate chicken contentment. The peck peck peck of little beaks on the sides of the brooder. The pit-pat of chicken feet on hardwood, as the flock chases each other across my office. The rustle of wings as the little puffballs attempt to fly.
I'm told that these sounds will change within the next several weeks. Peeps will give way to clucks. Pitpats will give way to heavier feet. So for now, I lie on my floor, eyes closed, feeling the occaisional brush of fluff against my skin, and savor. I savor the peeps, and the pit-pats, and the rustles. I savor the sounds of my flock.