March 17, 2014 – It is St. Patrick’s Day in the chicken yard, and we’re having a party! We decorated the clubhouse with paper shamrocks and pots of gold. Tim decked himself out as a leprechaun, with a tall hat, dazzling vest, and little black shoes. He’s so dapper! He even whittled a shillelagh for the occasion, that he’s using to keep time as Charlotte and Addie, Emaline and Violet, step dance around the garage. There is a lot of laughing and singing and carrying on, as our joy for life lifts to the rafters.
The music fills my heart. Perhaps it is the deep, rhythmic calling of the bodhran drum which Bo plays so brilliantly. Sawyer, Peaches and I have been clapping non-stop, but if you’ve ever heard a chicken clap, you know the sound is less than booming. (We are ideal fans at a golf tournament!) What we lack in volume, we make up for in enthusiasm. I can’t wait until it’s time for the big surprise. I ordered a bagpipe online and it came yesterday. I slipped out to the shed last night to get the hang of it before today’s festivities. It’s not the easiest instrument to master. In fact, it sounds a lot like Trudy, Mrs. Turner’s goat, when someone milks her too hard. I’m sure it’s just my inexperience. I should be fine when I bring it out tonight and play a soulful anthem to round out the day. I bet my flockmates will be crying in their seats! Sawyer just heard me and mumbled, “faith and begorrah”. I think this means she’s as excited as I am.