June 6, 2014 – I woke up with a hankering for wild Maine blueberry yogurt. It’s a funny thing about cravings; they pop into your head at the craziest times and then occupy every thought until the hunger is satisfied. This is why I was a no-show at this morning’s egg-laying session. I couldn’t wait a second longer. I jumped on the Vespa as soon as the ice cream shop opened, slapped $1.50 and a freshly laid egg onto the counter and dug into a deliriously delectable delight.
Not to worry – the egg fell out of me somewhere between the Elementary School and Main St. It didn’t break. In fact, it rolled down a grassy knoll into a garden where a woman in a baseball cap was tending her vegetable shoots.
She called out after me, “You who!!” and I turned around to claim it.
I offered to give the egg to her, but she raised an eyebrow as if what I was suggesting was ludicrous. Even when I told her I was starting a new delivery service of farm fresh dairy products! Eh, her loss. The guy running the ice cream counter didn’t even bat an eye.
I left a note behind in the nest box so Mom would know the reason for my absence. It simply said:
Mom – Gone down to the Dancing Cow for a yogurt cone. I will bring you back a chocolate shake. PS: Eddie the Beak and I tied the knot today. – Happy.
Of course I didn’t marry Eddie the Beak or anyone else. I’m a hen who likes her freedom. I didn’t want to catch any flack for leaving the chicken yard while all the other hens were in thoughtful meditation over our extraordinary ability to generate breakfast. If Mom focuses on the idea that I eloped, then scooting downtown for a few minutes should seem like nothing at all. And besides, some days I like to do my contemplative thinking on a scooter zooming down Main Street on the way to the ice cream stand. It’s what makes me an individual.
Inspiration did strike while I was swinging my legs on the park bench eating my yogurt cone. It’s a tagline for our brewing company – Everything tastes better when it’s hen made.
I know, right?! It’s brilliant!