February 1, 2014 – I think Bo might have jet lag from flapping his wings over stretches of snow in the chicken yard. It was 2:43 in the morning, when his crowing woke me out of a dead sleep! And he’s not even in our coop! Maybe he’s on Parisian time. When his chicken alarm clock went off, all the ladies jumped down off of the roost and started their morning ablutions. Sawyer put on a pot of tea, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. Betty found a spot to do her yoga stretches and fell asleep during meditation. Waffles walked into the wall! It took every bit of strength I had to keep my eyes open and make my plans for the day. I was reaching for a pencil when I looked out the window and noticed it was pitch dark! That was just before Wilma checked the alarm clock and muttered, “For the love of Pete… it’s the middle of the night!”
She pulled the sleep mask back over her eyes and was snoring a second later. Sawyer set the tea kettle aside and hopped up next to Wilma. Waffles and Betty slept where they were. I slipped back into my nest box, wondering what was going on with Bo. The answer would have to wait until the sun came up, I told myself, before slipping into the most wonderful dream about fly fishing with spaghetti and worms.