January 15, 2014 – Peaches came to me today with a business proposition. She thinks that we should build a spaghetti factory.
“It will be a hit!” she enthused. “Chickens LOVE spaghetti! We’ll make millions!”
I tried to explain to her that we know nothing about making spaghetti on such a large scale. “We’d be impastas!” I laughed, satisfied with my own pun. But then Peaches reminded me, that we knew nothing about making liquor before we built the moonshine distillery and The Happy Chicken Brewing Company. She had a point. Still, I wasn’t feeling it.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said to my eager flockmate. “Why don’t you come up with a business plan and we’ll present it at our next research and development meeting.”
That seemed to do the trick. Peaches took off in search of her Christmas pencil and a blank sheet of paper. If history means anything, she’ll get distracted by something on her way back to the coop, (a gum wrapper, a pebble… it really doesn’t matter) and the spaghetti factory idea will become a distant memory. One thing is for sure, no one has as much excitement for life as Peaches. She is the sparkle in our treasure chest of jewels.
When Wilma and Sawyer came in for dinner, I said to them, “What do worms and spaghetti have in common…? They both wiggle!” I chuckled before either could respond.
“Oh.” Sawyer replied nonchalantly. “I thought you were going to say, Peaches. She came to see us today about starting a spaghetti factory.”
“I have to hand it to her,” Wilma nodded. “That girl might be on to something. Who doesn’t love spaghetti?!”
Perhaps I had unfairly dismissed Peaches. I sent her a text and invited her over to our coop for strawberry scones and tea. We may be interested in becoming pasta chefs, but I draw the line with alphabet spaghetti. That could spell disaster.