July 23, 2014 – The young hens in our backyard farm are smart and funny. I walked up behind Dottie and Maisy today. They were on their bellies in the dirt under the smelly bush each looking out at the horizon with a pair of binoculars.
“Besides beating the heat, what are you two doing under there?” I asked lowering my head to ground level.
“It’s too hot to do anything else,” Dottie explained, “so we’ve decided to check our eyesight.”
“With binoculars?” I questioned.
“Yes,” Maisy said, “and so far we can see six years into the future.”
“My my,” I chuckled. “How is that possible?”
“Easy,” Dottie said looking up from her field glasses. “Right now, we have 2020 vision!”
They’re a hoot!
“Carry on,” I chuckled. “Just be careful where you point those things. On a day like today you’re liable to burn your eyes out of your head!”
“Happy’s right. I’m done with this,” I heard Maisy declare. “Let’s head into the woods and hunt for worms.”
They left the binoculars behind. I couldn’t resist. I picked up a pair and had a look for myself.
“Oh my rooster!”
I spotted Wilma taking a dust bath with two chipmunks. It’s an image I’ll never be able to un-see.
“I need to learn to mind my own business,” I mumbled, dropping the field glasses on the ground. I turned towards the side yard and Mom’s office window. I was in the mood for a regular, everyday slice of thirst-quenching watermelon and Mom was precisely the person to see about it.