I heard a little commotion in the kitchen this week.
I ignored it, figuring the sound wasn’t loud enough to be coming from an injured farmer, and anything else at that moment didn’t much concern me.
A few hours later, though, I heard another round of thudding and went searching for answers.
I scanned the kitchen and noticed that there was just one thing, and one thing only, amiss – we had little piles of poop on our floor, which I can assure you is not a normal occurrence in this household, despite the hundreds of animals we tend to every day.
I found similar deposits, shall I say, in the living room and the bathroom, which only confounded me more until I peeked my head into the spare bedroom, which we converted to a gym while I’m rehabbing my hip, and discovered our unexpected visitor.
We had a bird, yes, a living bird – sitting there, looking pretty, perched on my exercise bike as if it were about to take a ride.
You might be wondering what I did next. Naturally, I panicked and blamed my husband… I mean, like the zen master that I am, I stayed very calm and gently coaxed the bird out the window with a broomstick.
It seems my feathered friend was only inside for a few hours (thank god!), having slipped inside via the basement door, which had been left ajar.
There’s no silver lining here, except that just now, I learned through Google that there’s at least one person out there on the Internet that thinks having a bird in your house is a sign of “harmony and protection.” A girl can hope!
Until next time, keep an eye out for unexpected visitors and always remember to close those basement doors!
Your Farmers,
Jenney & Greg
PS – It’s another FRESH PORK week at the Farm Store, which means it’s the perfect opportunity to pick up your favorites to grill on Sunday evening. We’ll be well stocked with chops, sausage, and ribs – order ahead or drop in to pick up your groceries!