December 20, 2014 – I was busy this afternoon wrapping the Christmas presents we’re giving to Rick the mailman and Lola the nice librarian. It’s a basket of Sawyer’s raspberry scones, a six-pack sampler of the Happy Chicken Brewing Company craft beer, and a purple plastic comb. I have a slew of them that I ordered as giveaways for my fortune telling customers.
While I was up to my knickers in paper and tape, Peaches ambled by.
“You want to know what I’m thinking about?” she asked without explanation.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Kangaroos,” she said, and walked away.
A second later, I had a similar encounter with Henrietta.
“Is that tape,” she inquired as I attached a shiny red bow to the first basket.
“It is indeed,” I answered.
“Is it clean tape?” she pressed.
“It’s a new roll,” I explained, “so I’d say it’s clean.”
“Can I lick it?” she asked.
Had my wrapping been done, I might have said yes, simply to watch her do it. But I had another basket to get ready, so I declined her request.
“Are you interested in kangaroos?” I solicited.
“Why, yes!” she remarked enthusiastically.
“Perfect! If you hurry, you can catch up with Peaches.”
I quickened my pace to finish wrapping before another passerby interrupted. I’d say these two occurrences were quirky blips in an otherwise uneventful day, but actually, they were fairly normal for life inside a chicken yard. We’re always thinking… always daydreaming…. always blurting out what’s on our minds. And when we’re not, we’re either eating, napping or pecking someone in the head. It’s how we roll.