July 5, 2014 – Bright, beautiful sunshine woke us up this morning and we emerged from our henhouse happy to have Hurricane Arthur behind us. We spent quite a bit of time yesterday inside the coop, and all that was left to eat were the layer pellets that Mom had poured into our feeder the day before.
“We need to do some shopping,” Sawyer commented looking over the cupboard.
“Why don’t I see what Mom has in the house,” I offered. “She’s probably having her breakfast right now.”
I took a backpack with me and headed up the side yard, around the corner of the house by Mom’s office window, and let myself in through the front door. It smelled delicious in the kitchen, but Mom was nowhere in sight. A round, bread-like treat popped out of the toaster nearly scaring me to death. The open bag next to the paper plate told me they were raisin bagels. Oooh, they smelled divine.
I looked around to see if Mom was hiding, but she didn’t pop up when I called out her name. She must be in the shower, I thought. I don’t think she’ll mind if I take the rest of the bagels.
I opened the door to the pantry and started filling the backpack with all sorts of things… peanut butter, raspberry jam, multigrain crackers and spaghetti. Then I opened the fridge and topped of my pack with a pint of fresh blackberries, a tomato, a zucchini, three large strawberries and a pint of plain yogurt. It was such a heavy haul that I barely managed to lift the pack back on my shoulders. Before I left, I jotted down a lovely note to Mom.
You have an abundance of eggs, but you’re low on milk. Just thought you’d want to know.
I had peanut butter and raspberry jam smeared all over my beak when Mom stopped by the coop to “investigate” my cryptic note. Cryptic? I thought I had been fairly straightforward. She took one look at our bountiful food supply and shook her head.
“What am I going to do with you?” she laughed.
I, of course, could not answer because my mouth was full. So instead, I gave her a heartfelt hug around the legs. She, in turn, kissed me on the top of my head leading me to believe that some days are gems and others… are pure diamonds.