November 24, 2014 – We’ve got snow on the way! The weatherman on the radio said that we have a wintry storm heading into town the day after tomorrow. I suppose it’s a good thing that Mom placed us on a travel restriction. I’m sad to see the grass and dirt go away, but I am wildly excited about catching a snowflake on my tongue. It’s been months since I’ve worn my mittens and trounced on the snow path up to Mom’s office window. I’m tingling with excitement. Of course after six weeks or so of snow, I’ll most likely be cursing the very existence of it, but for now, I shall delight in the simple pleasure, thrilled to sit in my easy chair with a warm cup of peppermint tea and watch the precipitation fall outside the window of Coop #3.
Mom, on the other hand, is none too happy. She’s not thrilled about the timing of the storm with Thanksgiving the day after. But I say, better the day before than the day of! I offered to help clear the walkways if I can find a suitably sized shovel. She replied that she’d rather I stay safe and warm inside our coop, but said that my gesture was sweet. Truth be told, I’d love to slap a plow on the front of the pickup and create a maze of snow roads all around the property. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier! I guess my mind has been focused on other matters. Such is the burden of a renaissance hen. (That’s how Lottie described me when the folks choosing the Sexiest Hen of 2014 called to interview my flockmates. I’ll be looking the word up on my tablet later today.)
Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be mild. I plan on getting in a dirt bath, snacking on the moths that have appeared in droves when temperatures scooted over fifty, and, if Mom stays outside to let us range, take a leisurely walk all over the side yard while I still can. I may zig-zag, I may run, I may stand on the wall of the fire pit and dance the Mashed Potato until I wheeze. I don’t want any regrets when winter slides in to stay for the next four months. Leave nothing on the table, as Wilma would say. Though I think she’s referring to mealworms.