December 11, 2014 – I had to get out of the henhouse today! I was feeling cooped up from all the gray skies and precipitation we’ve had lately. So I asked Peaches, Sawyer and Tim if they’d like to go with me for a ride. I hadn’t any destination in mind, just a jaunt to shake the cobwebs from my noggin and smell something fresher than Wilma’s tail feathers, which lately have seemed particularly ripe.
We loaded into the pickup truck and set out for adventures unknown.
“I’d plug in the GPS, but the voice inside gives me the creeps,” Tim admitted.
“I don’t understand how she knows where we’re headed,” said Peaches as the truck rumbled over a frost heave.
“Maybe she has ESP,” Sawyer laughed.
We rambled down Main Street and took a left onto the back road out of town. In under an hour we were climbing a hill in the small hamlet of Port Adele.
“Isn’t this better than waiting out the rain and snow inside the coop?” I asked merrily.
The tires grinded through a mud-filled rut, bouncing back onto the pavement before any of my riders had a chance to answer.
“Do you know that Port Adele has only four roads?” I continued the conversation.
“Evidently this isn’t one of them,” Sawyer replied, reaching for the handle above the door.
“C’mon now,” I teased. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I left it with my Pepto Bismol,” she squeaked as the truck plowed in and out of a series of weather-born potholes. It was too much jostling for Tim. He lost his grip on the dashboard and bounced straight into Peaches’ lap. This got the sweet Orpington laughing so hard, that she made me pull over or risk wetting the front seat.
What a glorious day it turned out to be! We walked the beach huddled together under a space blanket, looking for shells and heart-shaped stones. It was bitterly cold, but we didn’t care. I cranked up the heat when we got back inside the truck. We stopped at Sally Has Crabs! for lobster rolls before heading home. We ordered a bucket of takeout to bring the rest of the flock – clams and ocean weeds. They devoured the seafood in seconds.
It started to snow as we pulled into the driveway. Once we settled into Coop #3, I sat by the window and watched it fall, tenderly and lovingly as if snow were Mother Nature’s baby and she was putting it down for a nap. I know my name is Happy, but today I know for certain, that my soul is happy, too.