October 17, 2013 – The other hens and I got together this afternoon for a Day of Beauty. I’ll jump at any chance to wear my terrycloth bathrobe. Our friends over at Mrs. Turner’s farm converted the old horse barn into a cosmetology salon and spa. Each stall is decked out with beautician chairs and galvanized buckets of steamy herbal bathwater in which we soaked our tired toes. Jaymes and Francesca, twin spotted pigs, run the operation. They’re brilliant business animals. We were pampered like queens; something that just before now, only Wilma has experienced. The only part we didn’t understand is when they asked us to close our eyes so they could put cucumber slices over them. Strange way to serve hors d’oeuvres, (or “horse’s doovus”, as my grandfather used to say.) They seemed somewhat exasperated that we ate them as fast as they laid them down, but we hadn’t eaten all day!
Charlotte allowed Jaymes to play with her head feathers. Since we are still in molt, she is one of the few of us that has any. He gave her what he calls a, “Cleopatra Chicken Coif”. Frankly, it looks like he just slicked her feathers in a wad of Crisco and twisted them into an arrow. Charlotte is a kind and wonderful hen, so I kept my opinions to myself. She walked out of the barn with such poise and grace, that I knew she felt good about herself. That’s all that matters.
On the walk back home, I looked behind me and saw Peaches munching on something that she pulled from a white paper bag. “Whatcha got there?” I asked inquisitively. “Cucumber slices,” she replied with her mouth full. “There was a big bowl of them chilling by the window, so I grabbed a bunch on the way out.” Something tells me that we’ll soon be receiving a bill in the mail from the twin spotted pigs.