May 9, 2014 – It rained today so we did not range outside. Instead, we worked in the brewery for a few hours and then headed back to the coops to play pinochle and drink banana smoothies. I was getting concerned that we hadn’t yet heard from our secret customer about the moonshine order. It had been over a week since we received the request by carrier pigeon. But then this afternoon, a long, black limousine pulled up in front of the house. The driver, after opening an umbrella, held the back door as a mysterious someone stepped into the rain. We craned our necks to see who it was, but the warm heat of our breath caused our henhouse window to steam.
I couldn’t stand the suspense. I quickly threw on my galoshes and rain gear and headed out the door.
“Wait for us,” called Sawyer and Tim.
Soon, they were at my side, holding our breath in guarded anticipation for the identity of the stranger to be revealed. We didn’t have long to wait.
The umbrella lifted away and we could clearly see who it was standing behind it… none other than our photographer friend from Nova Scotia, Dumpling Longfeather.
“DUMPLING!” we cried running toward her.
Dumpling tossed her parasol and returned the greeting with open arms.
“So lovely to see you all again,” she sang, squeezing us tightly in a group hug. She smelled clean, like laundry that’s been drying in a summer breeze.
“What are you doing here?” Sawyer asked. “Has someone ordered another portrait?”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that,” she laughed. “I have a gallery showing of my work later this month. It’s a very big deal and could catapult my studio to the international level. I need every detail to be just so. When it came time to set up the bar, I wanted to order something with a kick to it. I need to mellow out the art critics and potential investors. As luck would have it, the crew of beavers that I hired to do some construction work in the studio happened to be the very same company that built your brewery! When I told them that I knew you, they spilled the beans on the moonshine operation. I knew in that very moment I had to serve your white lightning to my guests. It is kismet!”
“Kismet!” Tim and Sawyer echoed enthusiastically.
“Can you stay for dinner,” I asked.
“I wish I could, my friend, but I’m afraid I must hurry if I am to catch the evening flight back to Antigonish. But please – come to my show! All of you!! I will send the private jet to pick you up. I’ll have my assistant send you all of the details.”
It sounded like a dream!
“Well, let’s get you loaded up with hooch!” Tim laughed, clearly smitten by Dumpling’s charm.
A few minutes later the trunk of the limo was loaded with 8 gallons of moonshine. By then, the entire flock had gathered to spend a few fleeting minutes with Dumpling before she was back in the car waving goodbye.
“Thank you so much for the whiskey. I hope to see you all in a couple of weeks! After the show we can spend some time catching up.”
With that, the limousine sped off toward the airport.
“Wow,” Tim sighed. “She’s one class act.”
“She sure is,” Sawyer and I replied, exhilarated at the thought of mingling with world-class notables.
“I think I’ll dig out my pearls,” Sawyer uttered before heading back to the coop.
Yes indeed, this is going to be an extraordinary adventure. Two weeks can’t come soon enough! Then again, I’ll need time to tell Mom and order our passports. My goodness… We’re going to an art show in Canada. I am so excited that I may lay two eggs today!!