April 12, 2014 – Today is Saturday. Mom went out in the van for the afternoon leaving the convertible alone in the driveway. In her haste to finish the workweek, clean the house and run errands, she neglected to place any restrictions on using the little car. This was very unlike her. I could have guessed what her boundaries would be, but that would be unfair of me. Who am I to speak for Mom? Exactly. So until she lays down the rules; her rules, I have to assume that there aren’t any.
I asked Sawyer if she’d like to take a ride around town with me and perhaps stop into the library to share the good news of our driver’s license with the librarian. Sawyer didn’t think this was a suitable use of our time, seeing how the librarian nearly fainted the last time we were in to speak with her. Instead, she suggested taking the entire flock out for a ride with the top down. Brilliant!
The convertible had plenty of room to manage all 18 of us. Wilma, Peaches, Violet, Waffles and Tim sat up front with us while the rest piled into the back. Charlotte and Addie wore their pearls and brought their fanciest pocketbooks. When they saw the top down on the car they went back to Coop #1 to retrieve their floppy hats. It was too warm for any colander helmet or a pot holder, so I wore the lime green sailor hat Mom had left over from a summer party and my sunglasses. Sawyer started out working the floor controls, but I promised to switch places with her on the way home so we could both have a look at the scenery. We need to figure out a modified vehicle and fast. We want to share the front seat on adventures, not call signals to one another like we’re in a submarine. I think if we’re able, we may go car shopping on Sunday afternoon. It depends on what Mom is up to.
We took a wonderful ride around town. The hens, especially Violet, loved being out in the fresh air. We drove through the center of town waving to passersby. Some of them did a double take when they saw a car driven by a hen, but I didn’t mind. One man in particular, shook his head in disgust. He stared at us while I waited for traffic to pass at the stop sign. It clearly hit a nerve with Wilma, who yelled out from her seat, “Why don’t you take a picture. It will last longer!” This caused the entire carload to break into hysteric.
We stopped at the ice cream parlor to get Wild Maine Blueberry yogurt cones. We sat on the benches under the pine trees so as not mess up Mom’s car. What a lovely, lovely time we had. When we were done, Sawyer and I switched places. She navigated the convertible up Duck Pond Road and beyond the maple sugar house past the farm with the alpacas and back down into the center of town. By the time we returned home, everyone was hungry again. We were in such a good mood that we pulled out the barbecue and grilled corn on the cob. Bo rolled out the watermelon he found in the garage and we ended the day with the first seed spitting contest of the year. I don’t even know who won. I dozed off on my thinking log and didn’t wake up until a bug landed on my beak. I ate it and then went inside to watch the ballgame on TV in the easy chair with Sawyer and Wilma.
Today was everything a Saturday should be.