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Chicken Out
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When Butterfly and I set out on our Meals on Wheels route, we never know what to expect. We look forward to seeing each of our “peeps”, as I call them, and visiting for a few minutes. Most of them have pets and we like to check up on them, too.
We arrived at one house the yesterday and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the door was unlocked, so I pushed it open and announced our arrival. The little ankle-biter dog came barking loudly to the door, as usual, so I figured her mom was just sleeping in. I was right. Her mom was calling from the couch, where she always sleeps, “I can’t get up!”
“Do you need me to give you a hand?” I asked as I set her food on her table.
“Yes,” she said, “I’m stuck in the crack!”
“I’ve been there!” I laughed and went over to help her get untangled from the covers and out of the crack between the footstool and the couch. “Next time put a cushion there to keep that from happening,” I suggested.
“Good idea, thanks,” she said.
Later we arrived at one little country house that looks like a Walt Disney drawing, with birds, squirrels and deer everywhere. The widow who lives there has bird feeder scattered all over the yard, which both the deer and the squirrels enjoy. When I drive up there are always deer of all ages and sizes laying in the yard, or browsing through her garden, or eating chicken feed. The animals are so trusting, they hardly move out of the yard when we get out of the car.
We’ve always enjoyed seeing her two chickens, who are often hanging around her front door.
I don’t know what kind they are, but I think they are both beautiful. Make that were both beautiful. The rooster is no longer with us. She told us the other day that the rooster, whom she had never named, was taken by something in the middle of the day (they are locked up at night). It was probably a coyote, or a bobcat, or perhaps a hawk.
Now, the sweet old lady said, she and Rachel, the hen, are both widows.
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