Emergency

By night--a chicken farmer, by day--a retail manager.  I spend 40 some hours a week at a lovely and busy little kitchen shop here in downtown Elko.  Just a couple of days ago a call came up on our phone at work whose number I recognized.  It was my parents.  Sheer panic went up from my feet to the top of my head (could have been a hot flash).  My father went through a stroke and a seizure about six months ago and has been walking on shaky ground ever since.  A call at work could only be serious. "You won't believe what's happened!,"  my mom said.  My heart was racing..."What?"    "I came out to the kitchen this morning and guess who was sitting on top of their water bottle ready to fly the coop?!".  "What do I do?, " Mom pleaded.  A gazillion emotions ran through me in a matter of two seconds...relief, anger, astonishment, amusement and perplexity.  She was calling me at work to seek help with a simple problem, a solvable problem!  "If these chickens get out in my house I'm going to wring their necks!, " she said.  I couldn't wouldn't leave work to rescue my dear mother from the chickens!!  "Just put the lid on it, " I offered.  We had upgraded them from a box to a Rubbermaid container to give them a larger space as they grew. "Oh no, they have to see out.  I'm going to order them a screen."  These *#%@ chickens were costing more by the minute! I'm think they better lay a couple of golden eggs. Sure enough when I got home there was a nice piece of screening covering the container and Raquel pecking at it from atop the water bottle--no golden eggs : /  

It was time to get the outdoor coop put together.  Now if the weather would cooperate... AND I could disconnect the phone.