July 13, 2014 – I had to laugh today. I poked my head into Coop #1 to ask Peaches if she wanted to go into the brewery with me and work on a new flavor. She was alone in her henhouse standing in the middle of it looking up at the roof.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m a big ceiling fan,” she replied.
“I think the heat has gotten to you,” I laughed. “No, really… what are you doing?”
“I already told you. I’m a huge ceiling fan.”
I thought Peaches had gone off her rocker.
“You’re a chicken, not a propeller!” I stated emphatically. This was starting to get out of hand. “C’mon, Peaches, what’s really going on with you?”
Peaches turned to regard my question.
“What’s going on with me? Are you drunk? I already told you, Happy. I’m a huge ceiling fan!”
“You know I don’t drink,” I spat. “Unless of course, you count the occasional pina colada. I like them for the pineapple juice; and besides, I’m not the one standing alone in a coop staring at the rafters thinking she’s a ceiling fan!”
“I’m not thinking I’m a ceiling fan,” she said raising her voice and throwing her wings up exasperated, “I AM A CEILING FAN! What’s so hard to get about that?!”
Peaches never gets mad. Something was definitely off. Then again, one of her best friends is a stick. Ten minutes went by and we were still entangled in the same dance. Finally, Sawyer stopped in to see what all the commotion was about.
“Tell her,” I dared Peaches. “Tell Sawyer what you told me and see what her reaction is!”
“Fine!” she huffed. “I merely expressed to Happy that I am a big ceiling fan and now she thinks I’ve gone off the deep end. I’m starting to wonder the same about her!”
Sawyer laughed uncontrollably which only added steam to an already hot situation.
“What’s so funny?” I challenged.
“Yah,” Peaches echoed. “What’s so funny?!”
“What’s funny Happy, is that you think Peaches is hallucinating and actually believes that she’s a ceiling fan,” she howled, bending over to catch her breath. Then she twirled around waving her wings in the air as if she were pretending to be one.
“And….” I prodded.
“And…” Sawyer continued wiping tears from her eyes, “Peaches is simply trying to tell you that she likes this part of the coop. Charlotte just told me that the Orpingtons are thinking about painting a mural of the sky on the ceiling so they can pretend they’re outside when their stuck in a nest box laying an egg. Peaches came up with the idea because…”
“Because she is a huge ceiling fan,” I said, finishing the sentence for her.
“You two crack me up!”
“You actually thought I pictured myself with spinning blades?” Peaches laughed, shaking her head.
Okay, at least this was the Peaches I knew and loved.
I hung my head in shame. “Yes.” I confessed. “I thought maybe you had gotten into some bad berries,” I laughed sheepishly. “I will say Peaches, you’ve got more spunk than I ever realized.”
“I save it for special occasions,” she chuckled.
“I have to ask…” I ventured forward. “What’s the deal with the stick?”
A twinkle appeared in her eye.
“It keeps me company and it never questions my sanity,” she answered.
Good enough. Sawyer and Peaches went with me to the brewery. We worked for a couple of hours on a tart cherry beer. I thought of naming it, Numbnuts, but changed my mind. I might just go with, Raise the Roof Cherry Ale. Peaches and Sawyer gave it two wings up.