May 4, 2015 – Peaches, Sawyer and I were chatting near the smelly bush when Tim strolled by in a brown hooded cloak.
“My, don’t you look serious!” I called to him as he passed.
He paused for a brief moment before raising a wing and uttering in a deep voice, “May the Fourth be with you.” After that, he turned and continued up the side yard toward the duck house.
“Isn’t the saying supposed to be, may the FORCE be with you?” asked Sawyer.
“Yes,” Peaches laughed, “but Tim and the duck boys are hosting a Star Wars reenactment festival on this, the fourth of May. Francis Drake told me all about it this morning over breakfast.”
“You had breakfast together?” Sawyer teased.
“We spotted the same grub and Frank stepped aside so I could eat it,” she replied, her wattle turning crimson. “He is a true duck and a gentleman.”
It doesn’t surprise me that love is in the air. The weather today is glorious! Hens and drakes alike are enjoying the first toasty temperatures we’ve had in months. Take a quick glance around the chicken yard and you will know that snow is a distant memory. The bantams are ranging voraciously in the grove. Addie and Charlotte are chatting up Dollie Parton and Kelly Pickler through the fence of Coop #2. Violet and Maisy are cleaning pine shavings from one another’s fluffy bits, while Waffles and Betty lounge languidly in cucumber facials under the shade of the mulberry. Tonight is our first cookout of the year! We’re having grilled watermelon and corn on the cob with a side grasshopper salad for dinner. Tomorrow we have a full day of work at the brewery, but today, we are enjoying the splendor of nature.
I was heading back to Coop #3 to break out the blender and pina colada mix, when Peaches raced by. She had a raisin bagel attached to either side of her head, which explains why she didn’t hear me at first.
“Where are you off to?” I inquired. “I thought you were going to join Sawyer and me for a cocktail.”
“I can’t right now,” she apologized hurriedly. “Frank just called and invited me to the Star Wars Festival. I get to be Princess Lay-la, which is perfect, because I haven’t yet laid my egg. Isn’t it great?! You two should join us!”
“I must be getting old,” Sawyer sighed, “because that sounds ridiculous. Who glues a perfectly good bagel to her head?”
It might have sounded crazy, but the two of us dragged our lawn chairs to the top of the side yard anyway. There, we began to sip a delicious blend of coconut and ice and Caribbean rum. Soon, the notion of backyard chickens and ducks darting across the property dressed as space characters seemed as delightful as the weather. Sawyer and I were having such a grand time, that we sneaked up behind Peaches and took a bite out of her bagel. I love raisins.