November 28, 2014 – The other ladies and I had planned on spending today inside, playing pinochle and enjoying warm apple pie, sharp cheddar cheese and a hot pot of tea, but no one could remember where we left the deck of cards. We later learned that Maisy had tossed them into the recycling bin weeks ago when she overheard Addie and Charlotte talking about pinochle. Maisy had never heard of the game before and thought it had something to do with the joint in the finger of a certain garden vegetable. I had a talk with her and explained that “peas” don’t have “knuckles”, but I’m not sure she believed me. She said it sounded like a barbaric game and we should stick to something more civilized like, Mousetrap. That Maisy is a hoot! We still enjoyed our dessert, but instead of card playing, we caught up on past episodes of, As the Hen Lays.
The temperature dropped rapidly this afternoon, making it unsafe for Peaches to stroll up to the duck house and visit with her beau, Francis Drake. Poor Frank and the other boys were not sure what to make of the snow, this being their first time seeing it. Peaches had to calm him down by talking to him on the tin can phone line. I guess that’s the difference between chickens and ducks. We knew what snow was before we ever experienced it. I think it’s because we believe in the importance of pullet camp. A good education makes all the difference. Ducks on the other hand, simply hatch and throw themselves into life without any preparation. I think Peaches was able to settle Frank down, though I did overhear her telling him to breathe into a brown paper bag. We’ll check on them in the morning.
With fewer distractions, I am more aware of my own well being during winter. Like right now. I am craving spaghetti, and I have a tenacious pine shaving stuck to my fluffy bits. The spaghetti I can whip up in a few minutes. By the look of this shaving, a magnifying glass and a sturdy pair of tweezers is in order… and quite possibly, a good hand mirror. I’m going to need an assistant.