Eldest Granddaughter (hereinafter known as EGD) and I were
standing beside the guinea pig cages at the local pet store.
We had made faces at the fish.
Chirped and squawked at the birds.
And had now started down the ‘furry’ aisle.
“Did you know that Gramma can talk to guinea pigs?” I asked
her.
Wide-eyed, she looked at me. “You can?!”
I nodded. “Watch.” I proceeded to imitate the
low-to-high-pitched squeak common to the modern short-legged furry.
“Squee-eeek! Squee-eeek!”
It sounds more convincing than it looks.
Moving on . . .
The little furries in the cage began to react. Kicking their
feet and running about.
EGD, mouth open, again looked at me. “You’re amazing,
Gramma!”
Hey. I’ll take it where I can get it.
“Great Grampa could talk to chickens.”
Again, that wide-eyed stare. “Really?”
“Yes. He said if you listen really hard, you can understand
what they are saying. Especially after they’ve laid an egg.”
“They’re saying stuff?”
“Yep. But you have to listen really hard.”
Sceptical frown. Then, “What are they saying, Gramma?”
I smiled. “Look-look-look-look-look-look-what-I-did!”
Listen closely next time you see a chicken.
Great Grampa was right.
Cute -- the things we tell kids!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it the truth?!
DeleteCan't you just imagine the stories this child will tell at school.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately yes.
DeleteOh, I love the chicken translation!
ReplyDeleteAnd you're a guinea pig whisperer, Diane - who'd have thought it??
I tell you, Jenny, my talents are distinctly underrated!
DeleteSo cute. You and your husband sound like cool grandparents.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laurie! We certainly have fun!
DeleteTrying to think back to my chickens - but it's been nearly 31 years now. Oh, how time flies! I will try to remember this for the next time I visit the countryside.
ReplyDeleteJust remember the line. Delivery is also key! ;)
DeleteWe never owned chickens so I didn't hear their language, but I remember living near chickens about six years ago and I would often walk past and hear the contented clucking and murmuring as they scratched around in their yard. It's a lovely soothing sound, the stuff daydreams are made of.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Chickens and their soft clucking and scratching. IT is peaceful!
DeleteI could always tell when our chooks had laid their eggs - they were so proud of themselves and had to announce it to the world. If only I'd known it was a skill to impress my children with!
ReplyDeleteIt's never too late. Your grandchild needs to know! :)
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