September 25, 2014 – I sat under the smelly bush this morning, eating an apple and trying to figure out the mystery of Charlotte’s secret admirer. It hurt my brain, so I went into the brewery to get some work done. We have that big delivery to make at Sweet Abbey’s Grille tomorrow and we still haven’t figured out which one of us is going. If my new tail feathers keep coming in at the rate they have been, I should be able to drive. Sawyer is out of commission, as is Addie and the other Orpingtons, and both of Wilma’s girls. It looks like it might come down to me, Tim, and one of the young hens from Coop #2. They’ve never been on a delivery run before, but we have no other options.
There’s truly nothing to complain about. Molting schmolting. It’s not that bad. What’s that old saying… it’s always darkest before the storm so that’s the best time to look through your neighbor’s recycling bucket? Soon we’ll all be back in business looking as glamorous as ever. In the meantime, we’re picking up a pretty penny from Sweet Abbey’s.
I was on my way to Coop #2 to choose a volunteer, when Peaches bumped into me in a terrible hurry. She was beaming.
“Whoa! Peaches! Where’s the fire?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry about that Hap. I’m excited and want to share my news with Sawyer. I went online to take an IQ test, and the results were negative. I am so relieved!”
I am thrilled for her, of course.
I’m off to pack the back of the truck with tomorrow’s order so we can get on the road bright and early. After that, I might pull out the treasure map and see if I can find any clues hidden within. I’m telling you, not everyone could handle the schedule of a backyard hen. Some days, it’s exhausting!