Mr. Rooster’s Big Adventure

Jun 27, 2022 | 3 comments

Clean and Shiny Mr. Rooster On His Big Adventure

Mr. Rooster is a larger-than-life-sized ceramic chicken who has been sitting on our “porch table” since 2011 or so.  I can’t remember exactly how we came to have him but I think, originally, he belonged to our former neighbor Polly Friedlander.

Toward the end of her life, shortly after she had moved to a care facility on Bainbridge Island, her family and friends had an estate sale at her Oysterville House.  I think that’s where I first saw Mr. Rooster.  And, perhaps, he had a twin.  I’m not sure.

I have a vague notion that someone bought Mr. Rooster with Farmer Nyel in mind and, later, gave it to him.  (I also seem to remember that Nanci Main has the twin — but I’m a bit fuzzy on that part, as well.)  Suffice it to say that, over the years, Mr. Rooster has become the “paper weight” for cards and notes and all manner of drop-off items that people need to leave for us, or we for them.

So it was that when a friend recently told me she had “something” she’d leave on my porch table, I replied that I had something for her that I would leave there, also.  I tucked an invitation to Nyel’s Bon Voyage Party into an envelope, put it under Mr. Rooster, and thought nothing more about it.

Safe At Home In, Bow Tie and All

It was later that day that I heard someone out on the porch and came across my friend with Mr. Rooster in her arms.  She was full of apologies and it took a few minutes for me to sort out that when she saw the envelope with her name on it, carefully tucked under Mr. R, she thought I was gifting him to her.

So, she took him home, gave him a shower bath, tossed his “very dusty” ribbon in the trash and THEN opened the envelope to find the invitation.  Only then did the penny drop.  She had brought Mr. Rooster back, all clean-and-shiny, but without his ribbon.  A discussion ensued — she’d bring a fresh ribbon but, no, Nyel had put that old ribbon around Mr. R’s neck and please could he have it back, dust and all?

The next day the ribbon was back around his neck, fresh and crisp, having had a shower bath of its own!  Mr. Rooster has not commented on his adventure … so far.  But, I have definitely been made aware of my years of benign neglect.  I’ll try to do better in the future.  After all, he’s the only backyard chicken I have left.

3 Comments

  1. Cate Gable

    I bet Mr Rooster is thoroughly confused about humans (aren’t we all?).

    Reply
  2. Cassin R Espy

    I loved that story, Sydney. Think of you and Farmer Nyel every single day.

    Much love, Cass

    Reply

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