January 26, 2014 – I helped Mom collect the eggs today. There were too many to stuff in her jacket pocket and she couldn’t remember where she’d left the egg basket. I grabbed the orange work apron from the peg inside the garage and walked behind her as she went from nest box to nest box, coop to coop. I even sorted them for her; small ones in the left pocket and large ones in the right. I was listing toward the ground by the time we were done! I asked Mom if she had any other chores that I could do for her, and she let me come into the house where she was working on a mailing for a fundraiser. She gave me the job of putting stamps on all of the envelopes! I was thrilled, since it’s no secret how much I enjoy stamp collecting.
When we were done, I got to ride in the van to the post office with her. It was closed, today being Sunday, so we drove up to the mailbox that they keep outside in the parking lot. Mom let me put the bundle of letters into the box. I climbed onto her lap and leaned out the window. She held my feet so we wouldn’t have an unfortunate mishap. If I had fallen in, I would have become the property of the United States Postal Service. Mom wouldn’t be able to get me back unless I was labeled with her address and the correct amount of postage! I wonder how much that would cost. I called back to Mom while my head was inside the mail chute.
“Mom, how much would it cost to mail me?”
“It depends,” she answered, leaning her head out the window, “on the going rate for a hen weigh”.
“…A what?” I replied, my voice echoing against metal. “What’s a HENWAY?”
“In your case, about four pounds!”
Then, Mom started to laugh hysterically and almost lost her grip! I had fallen into one of the oldest chicken jokes and very nearly fell into an ice-cold mailbox; the idea of which, made me shiver!
Mom must have felt bad about almost dropping me down the chute, because she bought me a donut and a cup of vanilla chai on the way home. It was delicious!