November 9, 2014 – Mom was still feeling under the weather today, so I trudged up the hill of the side yard through a windstorm of swirling leaves to check in on her. The feline was none too thrilled to see me, but I stayed focused on Mom’s bedroom door and walked right past her.
I hopped up on the bed and found Mom leaning across a big pillow with her eyes closed. I didn’t think she was awake, but when I lifted her right eyelid, she said, “Hi Hap. What are you doing here?”
I explained that I had come to keep her company until she was feeling better. She thanked me and said she felt as if the worst was over. Then she fell asleep. Rather than go back on my word and skip out on my patient, I snuggled against a large bed pillow next to her and reached for the television remote. I kept the sound down while I scanned the channels. I came upon a marathon broadcast of a show about a family with loads of children. It was fascinating. All of the kids have names starting with the same letter. That got me thinking. What if Mom had done that? What if all of us had names starting with the letter “W”? Wilma is our oldest hen, so I suppose she would have started there. Waffles could keep her name, but what would the rest of us have been called? Wishbone? Wanda? Wigglebottom? Wigglebottom… that would be a great name for Charlotte. Whenever she’s trying to be elegant and sophisticated, she walks with her tailfeathers in the air.
I tried to think of “W” names for all of us, but lost track when I noticed a sleeve of saltine crackers on Mom’s nightstand. They were a bit dry, so I washed them down with the glass of ginger ale that was sitting next to them. Then I thought that a nice dish of ice cream would be tasty, so I went to the freezer and found a carton of blueberry yogurt! It was as if Mom bought it with me in mind!
After filling myself with treats, I climbed back onto the bed. Mom was still asleep. I settled in next to her and it wasn’t long after, that I nodded off. When I awoke an hour later, Mom was up and feeling much better. I gave her a quick hug before heading back to Coop #3. Before I left, she thanked me again for keeping an eye on her. Why wouldn’t I have? Mom and I are tight. So much so, that I know it won’t bother her at all when she goes to bed later tonight and finds an egg on the pillow next to hers. I was so relaxed that it must have fallen out at some point during my nap. I think she’ll find it a delightful surprise… better than any mint!
I want to make a mental note to revisit this same letter naming system. I think it could come in handy for future hatchings.