Since my chickens arrived more than a year ago, my house has become a flurry of activity. My little girls have a strong fan base. We’ve had visitors from California, Chicago, Ohio and Kentucky. This weekend was no different. My friend and co-worker, Jennifer, brought her sister, Maria, and two nieces, Corryn and Kayleigh, from the Cincinnati area, by to see my wild and crazy girls while they were in town visiting Jen and her husband, Jeff. Jen, Jeff, Maria and her two girls, ages 6 and 7, were eager to say “hi” to my lively crew Saturday afternoon. This is definitely proof that there is a chicken craze sweeping across America.
I showed Corryn and Kayleigh my glamorous knee-high rubber chore boots and how I go out to the chicken coop each day and collect eggs. I also beckoned my hens outside so we could all feed them some grass. They love to eat grass as much as I love to eat ice cream. I have a feeling their treat is less fattening.
My chickens were not the only stars of the show Saturday. My go-kart and Cordy took center stage most of the afternoon. Cordy loved all of the attention but more importantly enjoyed being around the two girls. Corryn and Kayleigh each took turns holding her leash, petting her and rubbing her tummy. Cordy was such a good girl that she even put Lassie to shame.
I’m not sure who enjoyed riding the go-kart the most — the adults or the kids. I think it was a toss up. My old car certainly created a lot of happy memories for a new generation. I have a feeling Corryn and Kayleigh will be talking about their go-kart adventure for years to come.
My go-kart made countless trips zig zagging through my yard, which encompasses about half an acre. I definitely could tell the kids, Maria, Jeff and Jen, were having a blast as they whizzed by at 35 miles per hour. I was having the time of my life too. I felt just like a kid again riding around my grandparents’ farm. I didn’t want the day to end.
After about an hour or so, we let the go-kart rest awhile and went in the house for a snack. My guests and I refueled our engines with some homemade chocolate chip cookies I made earlier that day. Don’t worry, Cordy got a treat too — a bone. Heh, supervising is hard work.
After some serious chocolate and sugar overload, we headed back outside for round two. During round two, we managed to scare the crap out of a little gopher who was enjoying his summer home in my backyard. He would pop up and quickly pop down when he saw us coming. I felt like I was starring in my own version of “Caddyshack.” My little gopher friend finally threw in the towel and ran into the adjacent bean field never to been seen from again. After we made countless trips near his hole, he just couldn’t take those mini-earthquakes anymore.
Toward the end of the day, we couldn’t hide our enthusiasm any longer and started screaming “I love this thing” at the top of our lungs as we breezed past the chicken coop. Now, that is go-kart fever at its finest.
Saturday was a great day on the chicken farm. Cordy and I had the time of our lives.
Angie Bicker is the Clinton Herald’s Lifestyles Editor. She has been with the Herald since 2001. She can be reached at email@example.com.