July 26, 2014 – Today, the ladies and I took the ducks up on their invitation to use the pool. I’ve been waiting for this day since we acquired the aqua divers. Of course, we brought a sizeable food spread as our thanks and set it up on a buffet table nearby. I unfolded my lawn chair in the shade behind the duck house and draped a yellow towel over the back. Then I put on a pair of flippers, slipped the goggles over my head and walked the short distance to the blue wading pool. I hopped up on the overturned bucket that served as a launching pad and jumped into the refreshing recesses of the plastic hose-filled puddle, splashing water over the sides and regrettably, into Wilma’s face.
Chickens can swim, but not for long lengths of time. We lack the oil coating on our feathers that keep the ducks dry and buoyant. Lucky thing for me, I also had inflatable water wings with me. Long after the last hen hopped out to dry off, I was still floating around mimicking ocean mammals. Finally, Addie came up to me and demanded I step out of the pool less I become a chicken prune. I begrudgingly obliged – at least long enough to scoff down a mealworm sandwich with the ducks. Then, I was back in the water until it was time to bid the quacks adieu.
I’ve been invited back tomorrow. This time, I’m thinking of bringing SCUBA gear!