December 30, 2014 – Every time I turned on the radio today, a sports announcer was bubbling over with delight talking about something called the “Bowl Games”. Evidently, it’s a tradition that involves a football and a bucket filled with something ridiculous. How have I missed this in past years? It seems right up our alley.
I don’t yet know how the game is played, or the difference between the varieties of filling, but what I know for certain is that the most popular bowls contain one of the following items: cotton, sugar, oranges, or roses. The filling seems to vary based on location. Folks in California prefer to play a rose bowl game, while folks in Texas prefer cotton. I have a couple of big plastic dishes that I scored in a recycling bucket that will be perfect!
Since we’re in New England clasped within the frigid grip of winter, I think our bowl game should be played inside Coop #3. Can you picture the hullaballoo we could make if we held a mitten bowl in front of the nest boxes! It would be outrageous! Then again, the ceiling would surely shake and rattle if we held a rowdy round or two of a snorkel jacket bowl. The possibilities are endless. I’m not opposed to using felines if the game involves some sort of catapult.
I suppose I need more information before suggesting this new activity to the others, but I think I’m on to something. Picture it… New Year’s Eve inside the henhouse. The flames on the cardboard fireplace are pretending to flicker. We’re snuggled under the comforter, pecking through a huge bowl of Chinese food and homemade treats. We’re singing along to our favorite movie, The Sound of Music until the clock strikes midnight. We ring in the New Year clinking bubbly flutes of eggnog and ginger ale to the rhythm of Wilma’s snores and then top off the night sharing a bucket of worm jerky.
I’m thinking of calling it, the SNACK BOWL. A brilliant tradition has begun! Thank you, Mr. Sports reporter!