June 24, 2014 – What a day! Today, we held a luau-themed birthday party for Kellie Pickler, Dolly Parton, Maisy and Dotty. I’m just now getting back to my nest box to write my journal entry. It was a humdinger of a celebration! Our friends from Mrs. Turner’s farm stopped by, as did a nice couple named Emma and Joe who got lost on their way to a family outing and turned around in our driveway. Waffles tried to help, but when she couldn’t provide them with directions, she invited them to our coming-of-age soirée. It was our first party with human guests – unless of course, you count our own family. Joe said this was way better than enduring his Aunt Rhonda’s Swedish meatballs or listening to his mother-in-law describe her itchy skin problem – (sounds like she needs a dirt bath!)
Our newly appointed hens had an amazing time and were very pleased to learn that they are now old enough to take positions at the Happy Chicken Brewing Company. They have officially joined the family business!
I played my ukulele as partygoers danced the night away in a landscape of tiki torches and picnic tables. Sawyer baked the girls a coconut cake that was out of this world and Peaches performed a traditional hula that told the story of the pullets’ passage from chicks to hens.
After our guests left and everyone else headed in for the night, Peaches, Wilma, Sawyer and I sat on the back steps of Coop #3 under a string of soft lights and enjoyed a well-deserved Pina Colada. Another successful party put to bed. In a couple of weeks, the bantam chicks start pullet camp and the cycle will begin anew. Wilma made a toast to young and old before we finished cleaning up and turned in. It is days like these when I am proud as perfumed punch to be a chicken.