April 21, 2014 – I had to order a new blender today. The pullets decided that since they are underage for brewery work, they would come up with an idea for a business that the four of them could run. They settled on packaged grit. They searched all morning for the “perfect specimen” to kick off their maiden batch, and when they found said rock, they placed it in my blender in order to shatter it into tiny pieces that they would later bag and market.
Things did not go as they had planned. As soon as they hit the chop button, the blender blades snapped into shrapnel and the motor began to smoke profusely. Maisy, quick thinking and fearful it would burn down Coop #2, tossed the blender into the water bowl. The entire henhouse filled with a smoky pall. Tim was the first to notice the problem and sounded a distress call across the chicken yard. The rest of us dropped what we were doing and ran to help. We dragged over the garden hose in time to watch the four of them stumble into the side yard desperate for fresh air. They were fine after we showered them off and Charlotte, Addie and Wilma took them under their wings. There was no damage either, to the coop.
As the smoke began to clear, I donned my white hazmat suit and went inside to retrieve what was left of the blender. It was totaled. Thank goodness it was coop cleaning day! We had everything back to normal by the time Mom showed up, though she did ask who was it that had a barbecue. Wilma, of all hens, stepped forward to say that she had been smoking up some worm jerky for winter – you can never start too early!
That’s the way we chickens roll. We have each other’s backs. The pullets were quite apologetic. We were just glad that no one got hurt; no one except my blender. Looks like it will be a couple of days before my next pina colada!