August 16, 2014 – We had a terrific morning watching Mom and her guests walk around the yard talking about my favorite thing – us! We behaved as we had promised… we spoke only in Chicken and went about our business doing typical hen-like activities. It wasn’t as easy as you’d think! We’re so used to speaking in human that we had to catch ourselves several times.
When Mom’s friends poked their heads into the coops, not one sign of our parallel universe existed. No science equipment, no piccolo and electric guitar, no paraphernalia from my tea reading business. I had to throw a pile of shavings over a new box of plastic combs that were delivered a mere minute before our guests’ arrival! We concealed everything that could have given someone the wrong idea about talking chickens. Sawyer stashed her baking wares, Peaches stored her stick (though truly, it wasn’t necessary), and the Orpington ladies hid their pocketbooks and pearls. We even painted a quick scenery fence to hide the path to the brewery. When a breeze blew in, a sensitive nose might have picked up the aroma of fresh hops, but if anyone noticed, nothing was said.
At one point, Wilma, Sawyer, Waffles and I were in the side yard pretending to be fascinated over a blade of grass. We got a case of the giggles. I thought for sure we were going to blow the top off of Mom’s grand illusion.
“Watch this,” I mouthed to the others after hearing the humans talk about egg production. I hopped into the hen-house, strode over to my nest box and settled in. I heard whispers of fascination from kind, unfamiliar faces that peered at me from the people door. Two minutes later to the second, I hopped to my feet and sauntered back out the door as if laying an egg was easier than breathing. Mom caught my eye and winked. She opened the hatch to the next boxes and had a guest reach in to collect the still warm shell that a moment before was resting comfortable inside me. Then Sawyer marched in and did exactly the same thing. We can lay eggs on demand if we want to. We’re that good.
All in all it was a successful outing. Mom is holding true to her offer of mealworm pizzas. She’s making them as we speak. We should be done putting everything back in place by the time the pizza comes out of the oven. Then she promised to stoke up the fire pit and bring out the marshmallows. Marshmallows… we must have been incredible to earn such a treat!
It sure feels nice being ourselves again. Charlotte and Addie are gathering their knitting baskets for later tonight and Sawyer is whipping up a huge basket of raspberry scones for breakfast. After dinner, I’ll be with the girls of Coop #2 building a radio that can transmit sound to Samoa. I’d like to meet someone from that tropical island. I hear they are very happy, just like me.