A beautiful Friend for Breakfast

She was standing out here when I came out to let the chicken out and was not frightened of me in the least. I didn't see her at first. I sat and watched her quietly at first, so as not to spook her, but then I got my coffee and two apples for her and she was still indaunted by my movements, my voice, my presence. She was so close I could hear her breathing and see the sheen of her coat, her big brown eyes staring through me. The cats were mesmerized as she walked right up to each of them. Both growled with fright when she almost touched their noses, but she seemed to understand and calmly continued eating dish after dish of chicken feed, only backing up a few feet each time I refilled it for her.