June 23, 2014 – Mom was heading out the door today as I was rounding the corner by her office.
“Where are you going, Mom?”
“I have a doctor’s appointment for my yearly checkup.”
“What do they check,” I asked as she was getting into the van.
“Well,” she thought as she buckled her seat belt. “They listen to my heart, time my pulse, check my reflexes and sometimes look into my eyes and ears to make sure I’m still healthy.”
Inside my head the bells and whistles were going off like fireworks.
“Why don’t chickens have annual checkups with the doctor,” I probed as she closed the door and rolled down the window.
“Because I check you over every single day,” she smiled. “I’ll be back in an hour,” she said, and blew me a kiss before she drove away.
Dang! I should have gone with her!
I stood in the driveway watching the van disappear around the corner. Then I went into action. An hour or so of research and I was ready to start.
First, I booked an appointment for myself with the veterinarian down the street (an easy way to get a few pointers.) Then, I went online to a medical supply store and purchased a stethoscope, headlamp, tongue depressor, baby hammer and a new white lab coat with my name embroidered in blue. Yes, indeed. I do believe I may have stumbled upon a new career path. Our chicken yard is going to have its very first, “chicken clinician”. Doctor Happy will be hanging her shingle very soon.