September 7, 2014 – I stumbled upon the mother lode of worms today when I dug up a patch of loose sod under the shade of the weeping cherry tree. It was the site of a former dirt bath that a few of us girls had started a year or so ago and had filled back in, but it wasn’t compacted like ground that bakes in the sun. The worms were easy picking! I slurped up a half a dozen or so before I started to feel guilty over not sharing my good fortune with the others. So, I sounded the made-up call that Sawyer and I use to communicate with one another from across the yard and sure enough, she came running.
She spotted fresh dirt flaking off my beak and got excited.
“What did you find?” she asked.
“Night crawlers,” I replied, giddy over the bounty. “Help yourself. I’ve already had six or seven while I was waiting for you.”
Sawyer stopped and put a wing on her hip. “Eating too many worms at once is not good for your cholesterol,” she schooled.
“I’m a bootlegging chicken that sleeps on a roost next to Wilma,” I replied in my own defense. “I live far too dangerously to worry about cholesterol!”
“You have a point,” she chuckled. “Besides, what kind of best friend would I be if I let you overindulge by yourself?” With that, she scoffed down seven worms of her own.
Someone’s going to have to make a run for Milk of Magnesia tonight, but it will have been so worth it! (Wilma might have a different opinion.)