February 27, 2014 – I was pecking at a raisin when Charlotte and Addie walked by all dolled up in baubles and pearls. They sported light pink pillbox hats while stately pocketbooks of the same hue hung from the crooks of their wings.
“Where are you two headed?” I asked inquisitively.
“We’re going to a job fair at the Rotary Club,” Addie replied in stride.
“Job fair? Whatever for? You already have jobs! You lay eggs… although you are getting up there in years and produce far less than you once did. Is it a sensitive subject for you? We don’t care that you’re slowing down. You don’t feel worthless, do you? Because as far as we’re concerned, you’re working hens! What about your responsibilities to the brewery and the moonshine operation?” I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t imagine running the business without our senior advisors.
“We’re not going for jobs,” Charlotte explained as I ran alongside. “The notice in the paper said that this was a great opportunity to connect with over 50 area representatives. We’re bored! We want to meet 50 new faces.”
“Are they serving snacks?” I quipped as they turned the corner toward town.
I never did get an answer. They chuckled and shook their heads as if I had uttered the most hilarious punch line, before disappearing out of sight.
A minute later, Sawyer walked up beside me snacking on an apple slice. “Hey,” she nudged me out of my trance. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking that I need to find my sparkly necklace before they’re all out of cheese!” and took off in a sprint to our henhouse.