June 2, 2014 – The sun is shining, we’re in a rented car on the way to Antigonish, and the jailbirds are napping in the backseat. Last night was the first sound sleep I’ve had since we left home on Thursday. Hopefully, all the mix-ups and brushes with scandal are behind us once and for all.
Sawyer and I are taking turns driving. We stopped about an hour ago when we noticed a group of highland bagpipers standing on the berm of a hill overlooking a charming park. A wedding ceremony was underway. We’ve never been to one, so naturally we stopped to take a glimpse. We didn’t want to interrupt the festivities, so we sidled up next to the pipers. They were playing something loud so they didn’t hear us sneak up behind them. The guests were crying. I assumed it was because of the bagpipes, but I thought they sounded brilliant! I tried playing a bagpipe once. I nearly sucked my tonsils through my lady parts!
I was studying the finger placements of the piper next to me (in case I ever have the opportunity to play again), when I noticed Peaches looking under his kilt.
“Do you want to get arrested again?” I hissed.
She didn’t have time to answer. The ceremony ended and the bride threw a bouquet of flowers over her head. What an arm! Waffles caught it on the first try.
The arrangement was filled with flowers and pretty green sprouts that tasted like bark. We all had a nibble before quickly spitting the stems to the ground and wiping our tongues with our wings. Blah! When we looked up, the guests were staring at us in horror! I guess eating the bridal bouquet is not a typical custom in Nova Scotia.
That was our cue to get back in the car and head on down the road. Soon we’ll be at Mom’s cousin’s house. I sure hope she didn’t tell them to place us on lockdown until our flight home. We have exploring to do!
“STOP THE CAR!!” Someone bellowed from behind.
The screech scared the living daylights out of me. I tossed my satchel in the air and nearly dropped my iPad.
Wilma shot out the back door and crossed the road before Sawyer could shift the transmission into park.
“Where are you going?” I yelled after her.
“Who is that she’s running toward?” Dottie asked, sticking her head out the window to get a better view.
“Why is Wilma hugging a statue of a woman in a floppy hat?” Maisy inquired.
“Oh, good Lord!” sighed Addie. “I bet the old loon thinks it’s a scarecrow. She’s probably out there trying to peck the eyes off the poor thing. Do you remember the time she thought the scarecrow in the neighbor’s garden was a terrorist? The only thing left was its flannel shirt!”
“I’ll get her,” Bo volunteered, hopping out of the car.
We watched him walk the short distance to the spot next to a gas mart where Wilma was standing. But instead of collecting her, he too wrapped his wings around the same statue.
“What is going on with those two,” Sawyer wondered.
“That’s it,” I declared. “Turn off the car. Something’s not right here. Let’s go check it out.”
“Stick together,” Sawyer reminded the pullets. “You don’t want to end up in France.”
I didn’t see her face right away but the voice was unmistakable. I started to cry.
The word rose and lingered filling the hollows of my heart. One chicken after another spotted our human leader and ran toward her open arms.
“What are you doing here,” I asked after sufficiently attaching myself to her left leg.
“Did you really think I was going to stay home knowing what’s gone on over the last couple of days? I’ve come to take everyone back home.”
As she picked up Wilma in her arms, Mom explained to us that she was on her way to her cousin’s house knowing that we were expected there shortly.
“But what about Violet and the chicks and the ducklings…” Peaches inquired.
“I brought them with me,” Mom replied. “We took the new ferry service out of Portland. They’re all set up comfy and cozy in the van. I just happened to stop here to fill up the tank and stretch our legs. The ducks are in the water over by those picnic tables taking a quick swim.”
I looked over in their direction and waved. They blew back kisses. They still crack me up.
I was so happy to see Violet. She was in a comfortable bed in the front seat next to Mom’s. Sawyer and I immediately gave her the beret we bought for her in Paris with her name embroidered on the back. She loved it so much that she put it on straightaway! I think she looks magnifique!
Sawyer kissed her on both sides of her face.
“You are superbe!”
This made Violet beam.
Mom gathered up the ducks and instructed us to follow her the rest of the way to Antigonish. Tomorrow we would head home together. This trip has been fun, but I can’t wait to see my own nest box again.
On the way back to the car I heard Wilma snarl at Addie.
“Guess the old loon has pretty good eyesight!”
Addie shook her head.
“Good hearing too,” she laughed and hopped into the back seat of the rental car.