April 16, 2014 – Two days ago, the thermometer that hangs on our outside wall nearly reached 80 degrees. Believe it or not, this morning it snowed. Talk about crazy! The entire roof of our henhouse was covered, as were the cars, the side yard, and my poor little piccolo! I was playing it last night on the back steps after the rain slowed down, when Hattie trudged off-balance into the run in a pair of swim fins.
“You have them on the wrong feet,” I pointed out to her, placing my piccolo on the stair behind me.
“They’re not on the wrong feet, Hap,” she replied. “These ARE my feet.”
Oh, brother. I hopped down to join her in conversation and learned that she was wearing the flippers as a sign of solidarity. She wanted the ducklings to feel at ease when they join us outside.
“I appreciate where you’re coming from Hattie. You have a big heart. But maybe a welcome basket of greens and grubs would be less frightening to them.”
She agreed, and set off to uncover clumps of grass from underneath the smelly bush. I should have cautioned her to take off the fins before attempting to walk up the wet hill to the side yard, but I got the chance when she slid past me into the woods. I ran after her and picked her up at the base of a hemlock tree.
“Why don’t we give it a few days,” I suggested softly, as the young hen was close to tears. Then I had a brilliant idea. I walked up to the house, rapped on the window and asked Mom if we could come in for a few minutes to see the ducklings. She obliged and we had a lovely visit watching them waddle around in the upstairs bathtub. Hattie was feeling better in no time.
The rain changed over to an icy slush and we quickly made our way back to the coop for the night. I made sure that Hattie was set up with a hot cup of tea and a strawberry scone before getting myself ready for bed. The wind was howling by then, and we could hear the storm slapping against our window. When I woke up this morning, everything was quiet and covered in white. That’s when I remembered my piccolo still on the back steps! I rushed out the door to retrieve it and dried if off with a towel. I blew a couple of notes into the air that sounded sweet, so I don’t think anything was damaged, thank goodness! By the end of the day, all of the snow had melted and we were back on the road to spring-like weather. Today, Hattie walked into the run wearing a jingle bell collar.
“Let me guess… you visited the kitten today.”
“Yup,” she gushed. “She wanted me to try sushi, but my stomach wasn’t up for it.”
Here we go again. This time I sent Mom a text:
MOM – CHECK THE STATUS OF YOUR BETTA FISH. THE BABY FELINE IS MESSING ABOUT IN MONKEY BUSINESS. WE HAVE HER COLLAR – LONG STORY. PS: WE’RE OUT OF PEANUTS AND THE BALL GAME STARTS AT 7:00. LOVE, HAPPY.