November 16, 2014 – There are some things that a family does simply because they love each other. Like supporting Waffles in her new endeavor as a photographer; or making sure that Peaches doesn’t poke her eye out getting into a heated discussion with her pet stick. And then, there’s sitting on a cold, uncomfortable log in the middle of November, while the youngest members of our flock put on a daring thespian performance the likes of which they believe was worthy of a Tony Award. Such is how I spent my Sunday afternoon.
“At least there’s music,” Sawyer whispered, as we politely listened to our eight small pullets perform an enthusiastic version of, The Bantam of the Opera. What we had not expected, was Tim in the surprise role of the Bantam. His appearance had us on the edge of our log.
“Are you sure that’s him?” Wilma grunted. “How can you be sure with that mask on his face?”
“I’d recognize those rooster legs anywhere,” I said.
“He has a wonderful voice,” Violet remarked. I agreed wholeheartedly.
Pippa, one of the white silkies, began to sing, “That’s All I Ask of You.” She has the voice of an angel.
“That’s all you ask of me?! Who’s kidding who?! You didn’t ASK me anything! I thought we were coming over here for pumpkin bread. Instead, I’m sitting in a refrigerator listening to a pack of tiny treblers. You should have told us that your theater-in-the-round meant sitting outside on a bloody, wattle-freezing Sunday! That’s two hours of worm hunting I’ll never get back.”
Lottie told to her hush and kicked her in the ankle. Pippa didn’t hear Wilma, thank goodness. I am impressed by the bantam babies. Except for the chilly weather, I very much enjoyed a splendid performance.
Later, we all celebrated at the cast party held in the garage. Tim explained to us that the babies had approached him about forming a theater group. Since he too, is a bantam, they invited him to be their mentor. It is a real feather in his cap. I asked him when we could expect the next performance from his tiny players. He said in the spring they’re hoping to pull together a story that celebrates the work ethic of laying hens, called, The Producers. I can’t wait!