What I love most about spring are the smiles and laughter around the barnyard. Chasing fireflies just for the fun of it, digging worms and getting our paws as muddy as mud could be, and listening to Freddy Frog and Tommy Toad singing amphibious songs by the light of the moon. Children giving me free body massages and pieces of cheese!
Yum, and oh yes – spring, spring, spring means daffodils poking their yellow heads from the ground followed by the tulips and plush mossy green earth that the leprechauns love to play in.
There is nothing better than chasing Leprechauns, unforgettable the way they leap and fly and bounce and land right on top of your head rolling and holding their bellies in laughter.
This only happens at night you know, because Leprechauns just won’t be seen in day light hours. Leprechauns flit and flitter from limb to limb in our towering ancient evergreen trees the way candles flicker on a fireplace mantle, glowingly full of mischief. If you listen closely between the hoot owls calling to each other in the early spring you can hear the lilting tunes of a flute being played. A magical Irish flute that has been handed down for thousands of generations.
Little Jimmy, as Lord Percy the barnyard rooster calls him – was playing this exact flute to Miss Clover for her birthday.
Yes, Clover’s birthday party continued into the wee hours of the night after all of you left the farm on Saint Patrick’s Day once the shop closed at five p.m.
Gnarly Gander the China Goose had finally convinced me to quit moping around from being jealous of all the attention Clover received. I smartened up and turned on my white toothed grin and joined in the fun. Thanks goodness I did, because if I had continued to be a party pooper and feel sorry for myself I would have never witnessed a great legend that will definitely be told for many years to come here at Fields of Athenry Farm.
It all went down like this … Lord Percy heard the magic flute being played by Little Jimmy. He flew to the top of the Chicken Palace and decided he must swoon and croon to his favorite delight in his harem, Lady Miss Gracious. Lady Miss Gracious fluffed and puffed her feathers to the excitement of Lord Percy. He stretched his long English neck further and further reaching notes that would give you goose bumps. Cock-a-doodle-doo! Coak-a-doodle-doo! he crooned. Animals were gathering ’round the base of the pines from far and wide. Clover was centered under the largest of the ancient pine trees where Little Jimmy sat on the highest branch above while the other lads and lasses did their Leprechaun dances throughout the branches!
In the midst of all the celebration The Sly One had snuck up in close to Lord Percy. He was disguised in the shadow of the trees that swung their branches back and forth to the sway of the night breeze right by the Chicken Palace wall. Changing his voice into a pitch of bravado, The Sly One sang Lord Percy great praise encouraging him to sing louder. Lord Percy loved hearing how grand his voice was.
The Sly One crept in closer until he was right beneath where the beautiful rooster perched himself. “Lord Percy, you are magnificent! Close your eyes and sing, sing, sing to the high heavens!” The Sly One said while licking his chops!
Lord Percy stretched his neck, closed his eyes and sang, sang, sang. Then, The Sly One grabbed Lord Percy by his neck. Little Jimmy, almost toppled right out of the tree, latched onto the branches for dear life, but dropped the magic flute right onto Clover’s massive Bullmastiff head. Stunned for a split second Clover stood to her feet. She realized the dirty red fox had stolen Lord Percy by his neck strings!
Gnarly gander honked his trumpet for all to join in the chase to get Lord Percy back. Lady Miss Gracious buried her face into her wings and sobbed. Lord Percy gathered his wits about him – flopping up and down, up and down between the foxes powerful jaws. Thinking fast, Lord Percy mustered all his strength and crowed, “Mr. Foxy Loxy; are you not going to take a stand against a silly bullmastiff on her birthday? For heaven sakes … she’s a girl!” Ah, this got the best of The Sly One’s ego. He could not help himself; he had to reply to the insulting Lord Percy.
“I’m not afraid of a girl!” the red fox snarled back. With that, Lord Percy fell from the trap of the Sly One’s jaws and flew to the top of the ancient evergreen trees and took his perch right next to Little Jimmy. Ah … Spring!
Until next time – Lots of Love – Sushi!