March 20, 2014 – Today is the first day of spring! I celebrated by going mudding with the pullets. We didn’t have to go very far. The snow path is melting into a bog of muck and mire. Once the mud gets a hold of you, the challenge is getting yourself free. We were whooping it up, stepping on each other’s backs and smearing gobs of dirty goop over one another’s heads, when Addie and Charlotte happened by. The Orpington ladies, being refined hens of impeccable taste and sophistication, thought that we had absolutely lost our minds. That was until I shared with them the scientific fact that mud masks can take years off your face. That’s all they needed to hear. Two seconds later, and Charlotte was emerging from a full frontal dive looking like the title character in Return of the Swamp Creature! I was only able to identify her by the strand of pearls that hung beneath her mud-dripped wattle. I have never laughed as hard as I did when Charlotte shook the sludge from her feathers and walked out of the puddle with the same grace and dignity that defines her cultured charm. There is no doubt that she was fully satisfied with her all-natural beauty treatment.
We took a quick rinse in the garage using 5 gallon jugs of water. Mom always keeps a few on hand for emergencies. If she had seen Charlotte, she might have bypassed the bottles for the hose! I escorted my mud buddies upstairs to the laundry room where we fluffed our feathers with warm towels straight out of the dryer. I don’t think Mom will mind. She was on a work call, so I didn’t interrupt. Instead, I went to the fridge and grabbed a container of strawberries before leading the others back to the garage. If the mudding idea wasn’t enough to impress the younger chickens, my ease around the house surely did. Wait until I get my driver’s license. They’ll think I’m brilliant!