![]() ![]() Korina looked in the direction her mother pointed. Since their house perched on a gentle rise, they had a generous view of the Texas hill country, which was now dressed in its summer finery. Then, remembering to practice her English, she repeated “Over there," as she pointed to the north. Korina dusted her hands on her apron and sprinted for the stone and wood house. Pieter, the rooster, clucked and fussed over his harem as she left them to their meal. Red, orange, and black feathers flashed as the chickens scurried and dipped their necks to their feed. ![]() As she began to hurriedly toss big handfuls of grain, the ladies danced around her feet in anticipation of breakfast, clucking and pecking furiously at the baked dirt. “Korina! Guck mal!” she shouted in German. Korina had just arrived in the yard, carefully holding chicken feed between the folded corners of her apron, when she heard her mother call. ![]()
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