August 21, 2014 – I found a ring today. It was silver with a pink stone in the middle. I tried it on for size, but it kept falling off of my toes. Since chicken wings are not conducive to wearing human jewelry, I grabbed a length of leather cord, slipped it through the finger bauble and wore it around my neck.
“Oh my, what an exquisite piece of jewelry,” said Kellie Pickler as she walked past me on the path between the coops and the brewery.
I thanked her and let her take a closer look.
“May I ask where you purchased this lovely ring,” she asked politely.
“I found it!” I answered cheerfully.
“You found it? How fortuitous of you!” Kellie exclaimed.
Fortuitous? This kid has expanded her vocabulary since she was my student in Pullet Camp.
“Yes, I am thrilled to say that I stumbled upon a remarkable find.”
“Where exactly did you spot it?” Kellie ventured.
“It was in the street, next to the mailbox. It may have fallen out of a package addressed to Mom, but she’s not home, so technically, she couldn’t have lost it and therefore it was free for the taking.”
“You realize she’s going to come looking for it when she gets home.”
“I know,” I admitted sheepishly, “and the right thing to do is to give it back to her, but when she sees how well it brings out the pink around my eyes, I’m guessing she’s going to tell me to keep it. Mom and I are tight.”
I wore the stunning ring around my neck for the rest of the afternoon until Mom got home. Then I went up to her and explained what happened.
“I didn’t lose any jewelry, Happy,” Mom confessed, “but thank you for checking with me. You’re a good egg. By the looks of it, I’d say someone was tossing it out in the trash when it fell on the ground. It’s plastic… most likely a favor from a kid’s birthday party. I think you can keep it if you want.”
I fist pumped a wing and let out a celebratory whoop. There it was… I had uncovered a treasure and it wasn’t even from a recycling bin. Some days turn out to be real gems.