November 6, 2014 – I received in the mail today this month’s copy of Poultry Scientific. It included a fascinating article about chickens who gave up their farm and backyard lives to become cave dwellers.
“Would you ever live in a cave?” I asked Wilma.
“It depends. Are we talking bat-infested, or a luxurious home built into the side of a canyon.”
“Either, I guess.”
“Then, no. If there’s a chance of getting up in the middle of the night and banging my head on a swinging bat, I’ll stick with the henhouse. Adventure is overrated.”
“I’d love to be a cave dweller!” gushed Waffles. “I’d wear a helmet with a headlight and spend all day marveling at stalagmites and stalactites.”
“I’ve always pictured caves to be dark and drafty,” mused Sawyer over the clicking of her knitting needles. “I’m with Wilma on this one. I quite prefer the warmth and safety of Coop #3.”
“I hear what you’re saying,” I said in agreement, “but I’d love to at least explore a labyrinth of underground tunnels for an afternoon. Think of the rocks and minerals we’d see… not to mention the bug fossils we could dig up.”
“Well here’s your chance, Hap!” said Waffles looking over my shoulder at the magazine. “This advertisement says you can sleep overnight in Echo Cave and experience the thrill of a lifetime for only $3,500!”
“Really…?” I said excitedly scanning the page for the notice.
Suddenly, my world went dark.
“Here!” Wilma stated shoving a brown paper sandwich bag over my head. “Sleep in this tonight. You can have the same experience without leaving home and it won’t cost you a penny.”
There is nothing like family to keep your feet planted firmly on the ground and your head out of the caves.