“This is nuts. You’ve gone nuts, Mom….”
That’s all Marge’s daughter could say about her taking in the stray hen that had been living under her deck.
They were sitting at Marge’s kitchen table.
Leona, the hen, was perched on the dish drain as if on a back fence.
“And unsanitary. You put clean dishes in there….”
Her daughter threw back her head, laughing until she was crying. “No kidding! I see that! A diapered chicken in my mother’s kitchen!”
Marge thought of telling her about Googling pet chickens and being smart enough to actually find out where one could purchase chicken diapers.
Instead she said mildly, “You’d be amazed how many people keep chickens as pets.”
Her daughter looked at her. Her eyes bleary with tears. “Then you’re all nuts. Nutty chicken people who need to get out more.”
Get out more.
Marge looked at her beloved Leona. Who was looking straight back at her from the dish drain. Unmoving.
But it was only a quick hop from the dish drain to the kitchen table.
Where she perched to pluck out strands of Marge’s daughter’s hair.
Now it was Marge who was laughing, laughing, laughing. Until she was crying.