June 22, 2014 – Peaches came to me today asking for a psychic reading. It’s been months since I last studied the dregs at the bottom of a teacup, but for my friend, I agreed and dusted off my kerchief and gold hoop earrings.
Peaches wanted to know what the future holds for her in the way of a promotion. She’s been at the lower end of the pecking order of Coop #1 since she hatched five years ago, and she’s ready to move up the roost. Short of bumping off Charlotte and Addie, I didn’t see how this was possible, but I kept my feelings to myself and let the leaves do the talking.
I hung my neon fortune-telling sign on the hook outside of our henhouse and flicked the on switch. It buzzed before coming to life. I was open for business. Peaches sat down in a chair across the table from me. I poured us both a cup of lavender tea and we drank them down with gusto. When Peaches swallowed her last sip, she slid her teacup and saucer over to me. I picked up the delicate piece of china with both wings and stared deliberatively into the remains that had settled at the bottom.
“What do you see,” Peaches asked nervously. “Does it say I’m moving up in the ranks? Will I move past Daisy and Emaline? Will I ever be a leader like Addie and Charlotte? What do the leaves say, Hap? What do they say?”
The only thing I heard was my stomach growling. I should have grabbed a raspberry scone before we started. A spaghetti dinner sounded perfect, but it would have to wait until I was done with Peaches. I leaned forward sticking my beak into the cup and concentrated. I hoped I hadn’t lost my touch.
When I finally stopped over thinking the process, the leaves revealed their answer. It wasn’t what Peaches was hoping for. They showed a beautiful existence, but not one in a leadership role. I had to make a quick decision – tell her what I saw in the teacup, or tell her what I knew in my heart to be true.
“Your future is very promising,” I stated optimistically. “You are well-respected and loved by your flock,” – (all true). I took a steady breath and looked Peaches in the eyes. Her trust in me means everything.
“The leaves tell me that others will look up to you and admire your gentle and caring ways.” (This is also not a lie. The bantams are short in stature and already love her to pieces.)
I waited for time to skip a beat before asking my friend how she felt about the prediction.
Peaches nodded her head before declaring, “Okay – I’m good with that. You want to grab some lunch at the café in town?”
Oh, this hen makes me laugh. I handed her a complimentary comb that comes with every reading and pulled the plug on the neon sign.
“Let’s eat!” I chirped, grabbing the keys to the truck.
Before we left, I purposely made a stop in the garage to visit the bantam chicks in their brooder. They were all over Peaches.
“Wow!” She declared. “They make me feel like a queen! My future is looking up already!”