March 22, 2014 – I miss my colander helmet. After yesterday’s mishap on the back steps, I decided to wear the extra protection in the mornings when the air – (and my eyes) is still sleepy with fog. I usually keep it on a hook next to my nest box, but when I reached for it this morning, it was gone! I searched every inch of the henhouse, the run and the garage, but came up empty-handed. Then I recalled the last time I wore it. I slipped into the van when Mom was busy on a work call, to practice 3-point turns in the driveway. I want to take my driver’s test as soon as the snow melts and the finesse maneuvers are proving to be tricky – especially without Sawyer to work the gas and brake pedals. She was busy that day perfecting an eggnog soufflé, and I went ahead with the training without her. That is why I brought the colander helmet along.
Once I remembered where it was, I hurried to the car to remove it before Mom took off for the afternoon. I should have run, but the walkway is still covered in ice and mud and I didn’t want to risk a catastrophe. My heart was beating out of control with anticipation. When I spotted my colander in the well behind the back seats, tears filled my eyes. I don’t recall how it got there, but I’m guessing it flew off my head when I slammed on the brakes to avoid backing into the house. That would have placed me in a serious pickle jar.
I plopped the helmet on my head before making my way back to the coop. Feeling its hefty weight atop my noggin washed a sense of confidence over me that I’d been missing since yesterday’s tumble. It felt so right, that I wore it for the rest of the day. I received many compliments on my headgear of stainless steel, which made me feel even happier. I love my colander. It makes me think of sunny adventures on the Vespa, and Chicken Safety Patrol drills, and of course, spaghetti. What could be better than that?