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Orville's New Friends
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New-Gen    Posted 08-28-2004 at 20:16:41       [Reply]  [No Email]
One night I hooked up to a trailer loaded with farm equipment going to Pennsylvania. It was a routine trip that had been made many times by myself and countless other drivers. Backed under the trailer, hooked up air lines and light cord, checked chains and binders, filled out logbook, checked paperwork, and I was Pensylvania bound!
Most of the trip was over 2 lane roads, but in the middle of the night there wasn't much traffic and the signal lights in all the small towns were flashing yellow, so there wasn't much stopping.
But something kept bothering me the whole trip...it seemed like on the rare occasions I did have to stop ther was kind of squeeky-screechy sound. Not loud, just kinda there.I'd seen the load earlier in the day and gave it a good onceover, and the truck too for that matter, so I knew it couldn't possibly be anything serious. Besides, it was just a faint, irregular squeek that seemed to happen more when the truck was stopped.
So off I went into the night, 400 Cummins making it's presence known through twin 6" straight stacks, (part of the reason I now say "'huh"?? a lot} Bill Mack, the midnight cowboy on the radio playing all the good old country classics, and that persistant strange sound emiting somewhere on the trailer every time I stopped.
Dawn was breaking as I crossed the line into the Keystone state, only 40 miles to go, time to catch a little nap before the people got there to unload. The weather was just right for sleeping, as it had been for driving all night. I pulled into the lot, shut the Pete down, turned off the radio, {Bill had gone home by this point, all that was on was some political talk show, and I sure didn't need to listen to that to get to sleep} and crawled back into the sleeper for a couple of hours of peaceful slumber. The only sound now was that nagging screeching, but I was tired and besides, I'd made it that far, whatever it was could wait while I got my rest!
At about 8am EST I got up, pulled on my boots and stepped out of the truck to a small crowd gathering around the trailer. Elbowing my way into the group to find out what the attraction was I quickly discovered the source of my strange noises during the night.
Perched on the frame of one of the plows were 4 rather indignant GUINIE HENS!! Further examination of the plow frame revealed what guinie hens do when they're stressed: They deficate!! It was a White {brand name} plow, and White plows are painted red, this one being no exception. But by the time those birds got done with it, the red White plow was a white White plow. (with a few brown specks which gave it sort of a metalflake look}
After the initial surprise and some good natured banter amongst the crew, the issue of what to do with them came up.
I didn't particularly care to haul them back to where they came from, and a call to their owner confirmed my original feeling that as long as they weren't abused he didn't particularily care if they came back (there were plenty more where they came from}
The day (and the hens too for that matter} was saved by one of the yard men named Orville.
Now Orville was known far and wide to have the disposition of a grisly bear with a hangover{no, I've never seen a grisly bear with a hangover, but it can't be good} But that day old Orville revealed a tender side nobody ever knew existed. He took to those birds and the birds took to him like they were made for each other!
He just lived a half mile down the road, so he loaded them up and took them to his place to join his group of feathered friends.
Last I heard, they were living the good life.
I just saw Orville the other day.
He's still a grouch!
But at least now we know the way to his heart. You've gotta lay eggs!!


Alias    Posted 08-29-2004 at 04:47:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
New-gen, You have a grand gift for making your stories so interesting. I especially enjoyed this one. ........gfp


JB    Posted 08-28-2004 at 21:54:00       [Reply]  [No Email]

Nother good'un! Got a soft spot for them guineas. My mama loved to raise guineas, so they are entertwined in my childhood.


Steve from TN    Posted 08-28-2004 at 20:41:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
Excellent story, I have one to tell later that happened today. A traveling kitty. I have to wait for my dotter to get home to get the whole story.


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