November 14, 2013 – For the last two hours the flock and I have been trying to fall asleep while a man’s voice whistled and bellowed nearby.
“MIKE!!” the man called repeatedly into the darkness. “MIKE… WHERE ARE YOU?!”
“Who do you think Mike is?” Sawyer whispered to me.
“I don’t know, but it’s an odd time to be playing hide and go seek,” I replied, equally as quiet.
“C’mon, Mike,” the man pleaded. “I have something for you…”
“Maybe it’s the mailman,” Waffles said softly.
“Maybe it’s a creep,” Wilma muttered.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my headband flashlight and my puffy coat and opened the coop door.
“Hurry up,” Wilma snarled. “You’re letting all the cold air in!”
“Be careful,” Sawyer and Tim said in unison. “Shouldn’t YOU be the one going out to look around?” I heard Sawyer say to Tim as I closed the door behind me. I didn’t wait around for his answer. I could see the shadow of a man in the woods standing just inside the edge of our property. I tried to sneak up on him, but the beam from my flashlight gave me away. I decided to take the offensive.
“Are you looking for Mike?” I called through the chilly night air.
“Yes,” the man responded anxiously. “Have you seen him?!”
I suppose that would have been the time to tell him that I had no idea who or what Mike was.
“Is he a chicken?” I yelled.
“He gets a little scared, yes – but mostly he’s just lost.”
It took me a minute to process that one – which is what I was doing when something warm, licked my foot. I nearly leapt out of my feathers! I pointed my flashlight to the ground and saw the most adorable curly topped dog looking back at me.
“I think I found him!” I hollered to his owner.
The man was overcome to have his pooch back safe and sound. I ambled back up the ramp to our henhouse and closed the door behind me.
“Hey! Cold air!” Wilma snarled.
I apologized before snuggling back into my nest box.
“So…” Sawyer whispered. “What happened…?”
“A dog licked my foot.”
“Oh. Didn’t see that one coming,” she replied drowsily before falling sound asleep.
Within minutes the coop was filled with the slumbering breaths of my feathered family. I was wide awake as my mind considered more questions than answers about a little dog named Mike.