October 19, 2014 – The girls and I were hanging out under the 3-season porch commenting about the weather we’re having.
“It is so windy today,” I said, “that the refrigerator Mrs. Turner ordered, delivered itself!”
“It is so windy,” said Peaches, “that in order to hunt for worms, I grabbed a boomerang and waited for them to fly over.”
“It is so windy,” laughed Sawyer, “that someone’s toupee landed on Wilma’s head and she didn’t even notice!”
“That was a toupee?” Peaches roared. “I thought she was wearing a beaver!”
“Why would a beaver want to sit on Wilma’s head,” I snorted.
“Why would Wilma LET a beaver sit on her head is the better question,” Sawyer howled.
We finished our hilarious exchange from the roof of our henhouse, where a particularly exuberant gust of wind transported us in a burst of fury.
“The wind must be a friend of the beaver,” Sawyer said deadpanned, pulling a wet, red leaf from her eye. Then she started to laugh again, which got me going, and then Peaches, until all three of us were in stitches.
“GET OFF THE ROOF, YOU NINCOMPOOPS!” Wilma bellowed from below. “DON’T YOU KNOW THAT WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A WINDSTORM?!”
We dutifully flew back down and waited out the rest of the day from the safety of our coop. Sawyer and I did, that is. Peaches caught a current and hasn’t made it back yet. She’s fine. Her text says that she landed in Boston. She decided to catch a show before taking the bus back. I have to pick her up in an hour.