December 2, 2015 – I found a penny in the driveway. It was head’s up. I straddled it trying to decide what to do. The adage says, find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck. But I wondered… if I left the penny for someone else to come upon, would I secure a fortuitous day for us both? What I hadn’t considered, was the owner of the lost penny. Surely somewhere, was a stomach tied up in knots over a missing copper coin.
I had a brief yet brilliant idea to find the owner. Then I reasoned, if someone simply left the penny in the driveway for safe keeping, perhaps that person would be back very soon to retrieve it. Someone without pockets, no doubt. I decided then and there to wait for the penny owner and keep a watchful eye over the tiny treasure on his/her behalf. It was the proper thing to do.
Two minutes went by and I hadn’t seen a soul. I decided to open a folding chair and get off my tired feet. It was cold and light snow was falling. I pulled a quilted potholder over my ears, rearranged my scarf, and tightened the lacings of my fleece lined boots. When the flakes picked up in intensity, I grabbed an orange plow stake and tied a red bandana to the top. Then I attached the snow pole to my folding chair. If we ended up getting a blizzard, at least the flag would tell my rescuers where to dig.
The wind began to howl. I could feel it’s brazen teeth rip against my face. The rest of the flock had already sought shelter inside their respective coops and battened down the hatches. The chicken yard was deserted. Swirls of snow and ice taunted outside the henhouse doors.
It’s a lonely job being the protector of a lost penny. Your mind starts to reel with scary thoughts. Like, what if I’m the only one out here and the owl comes back? Dang! I should have packed my slingshot! My beak chattered uncontrollably as a sudden gale dipped behind me, rattling the legs of my aluminum chair. I couldn’t take it any longer. I deserted my post for the comfort of Coop #3 after three agonizing minutes. Before I left, I tied a note to the orange pole.
Hello pocket-less penny person! It is too cold to sit and wait for your return. If you need a copper coin before the sun comes out, I will gladly give you one of mine along with a warm cup of lavender tea and a cranberry apple cookie. Unless of course, you’re an owl or some other terrorizing predator, in which case you should know that I am a 210 pound Rottweiler, named Twitch.
That sounded about right. I enjoyed a warm cup of tea myself and then burrowed under the comforter in my nest box, still sporting a very warm, slightly crooked potholder hat.