August 13, 2013 – I must be getting older and more reflective. I’ve noticed that in the mornings when Mom comes to open our coop door, I’m the last one out. I like to take my time waking up. A long stretch on the top step is good for the soul, I say. I can do without the pushing and shoving down the stairs that the others engage in. Let’s be honest after all, it’s the same dirt in the pen that was there yesterday. This morning I stood in the doorway watching Tim, Sawyer and Wilma greet the day with an early stroll around the run and then stop to preen their feathers until they glistened like the sun. I was about to join them in my own ablutions, when a lawn chair fell out of the sky, breaking through the wire top of the run, and nearly missing Sawyer. “Good gracious!” I screamed, spilling coffee all over my yellow, terry cloth bathrobe. Thankfully, Sawyer’s back was turned and she didn’t see how close she had come to being wiped out. I ran down into the pen and joined the others peering up into the open air. “Where the duck bloomers did that come from?” I wondered out loud. “Holy bat muffins!” exclaimed Wilma. At first, we thought that maybe it had fallen out of a plane or a spaceship, but upon closer examination we discovered that it was one of our own lawn chairs. It even had the initials CCD Coop #2 stamped on the back, which means that not only was it a chair belonging to our backyard farm, it was a chair from our very own coop! It was then that I noticed how quiet Tim was being. When I turned around to look at him, he offered to get Mom and report the “paranormal activity which had surreptitiously occurred within our midst”. That was the clincher. “Okay, buddy…” I pressured, “spill it!” After a second or two of foot scratching he confessed to having put the chair on the roof of the coop yesterday when we were ranging, so he could watch the flock from a better angle. He had simply forgotten to take it down. “Well, you nearly took ten years off my life!” Wilma snarled and walked away, obviously done with the entire matter. Poor Sawyer was still trying to figure out how a lawn chair ended up inches from her behind. We didn’t share with Mom what had happened. I helped Tim repair the hole. No sense in getting the little guy in trouble, I thought. I spent the rest of the day getting the stains out of my bathrobe and fitting a harness to latch Tim’s lawn chair back to the roof. Except for the small safety mishap, I think he might be on to something!
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