April 28, 2014– I desperately needed a steaming pot of honey and raspberry tea this morning, but when I opened the tin canister, it was empty. No tea bags? How is that possible? I quickly made my way into the house to borrow a box of Red Rose from Mom. I was very tired having stayed up too late last night to watch the finale of Cutthroat Cows. (It’s a cooking show.)
I was bleary-eyed when I opened Mom’s pantry door and pulled out the ground coffee by mistake. I stumbled back to the henhouse and starting brewing some morning mojo without realizing that the mo part had taken a hike and all that remained was a cup of Joe. I drank it thoroughly and then, poured another. Being foggy minded, I decided a third cup of this potent tasting tea would be the key to jump-start my day. Did it ever!
I’ve never had coffee before this. Snappin’ catfish, it had a staggering effect on me! Sawyer said I rushed up to every chicken in the yard, got eyeball to eyeball and asked if they spoke rabbit. Then I clicked my tongue against my beak and yelled, “Gaston! Carrots for everyone!” After that, I spun around in a tipsy circle, passing out cold in a splattered heap on the ground.
I don’t remember any of this. I came to after I was doused with a bucket of cold water, the remains of which still dripped from Wilma’s wings.
“Hey – you turned into a psycho bunny,” she reasoned. “I had to act.”
I had high hopes that today would be productive, but as it turned out, I spent the afternoon in a plastic lawn chair staring at a knot in a piece of pine board outside of our run. My head was booming like a bass drum! Sawyer felt bad and made me a cup of chamomile tea to settle my nerves. I was almost afraid to drink it!
I’m better now, but I may miss the ballgame tonight and hit the roost early. I’ve decided to go with plan B… start again tomorrow.