February 22, 2014 – The sun is shining straight through me and it feels wonderful! The other chickens and I woke up this morning to the stage light of life flipped on full juice! It is a brilliant day!! I am so joyful that I started doing the Happy Dance! You might think the other chickens would be Happy dancing next to me, but you’d be wrong. Every chicken has its own moves. Wilma is doing the Wilma Dance, Sawyer is doing the Sawyer Dance, Tim is doing the Tim Dance… and then, there is Dolly Parton. She’s pulled out a wooden stool and is crooning, “Jolene” into a stick. I believe this is how we got the term, “on average”.
Take this sentence for example. A chicken, having just borne the brunt of an inordinate amount of frigid, gray-cast winter days, will – on average, be overcome with an urge to dance at the first sign of spring-like weather. While conversely, the term –“rarely”, surely applies to our beautiful Dolly Parton. For instance: Rarely, when the sun shines after a long somber winter, does a chicken react by taking on the persona of her namesake and singing a piteous song of insecurity – lovely, as it may be.
No cause for alarm. Dolly is still a pullet and doesn’t yet realize that the snow isn’t leaving us forever. It will return. If not tomorrow, then soon enough. It always does.