Our Maine Street's Aroostook Issue 1 : Summer 2009 - Page 81

truck overloaded, the jeep was the last to pack. We had thirty chickens that belonged to my daughter, which she loved, and I could not get rid of any. We packed what we could comfortably in big boxes; taking half the flock in three big boxes. We decided the jeep would be the only safe/warm way for them to travel. This would not have been a bad idea, if I hadn’t had to take one very pregnant dog and her mate, both being bird dogs. So the sound and the smell just about drove them nuts for the ride. Buster (mom to be) was due any moment, Jake (the dad) was always full of fun and energy. Once packed tight and cozy, we started out on our six hour journey north. (I myself had never driven more than two hours alone. Yes, I was sheltered.) So brave behind my wheel, I followed my husband and son. Just before we left, a snowflake fell. I asked my daughter if she had heard of any storms and she assured me no. Hmmm… About thirty miles into our drive the snow was really starting to come down. Our decision to drive north on this day was starting to be unsettling to me. I was already starting to get very nervous. We arrived in Bangor after four hours, up from the normal two, because of the road conditions. Before leaving home, our pit stop points had already been decided, so here we took the very pregnant dog and her mate for a much needed break. After getting them back into the car, we noticed Buster (the mom to be) was panting and had a look in her eyes of “it’s time for the babies to arrive.” I immediately jumped from my car and ran to notify my husband and my son that I believed Buster might be in labor which, of course, helped my nerves greatly. My husband told me that we should keep going and we would stop if necessary. So onward we pushed. Once we got back onto the highway, I looked in my rear view mirror and there was one of my daughter’s hens roosted on the top of the box. Another one was on the wheel well, and another getting out. Horrified at the idea of Jake (the boy dog) getting ‘wind’ of the events about to unfold. I slowed down and tried to pull over on the already treacherous highway, with the speed limit reduced to 45 due to the road conditions and white outs. After Jake had a bit of fun, I managed to cram them back into their box and jumped back behind the wheel. My nerves at this point felt as though I had my 15th cup of coffee in the last hour. Swallowing heavily, I plugged on. My husband, ahead of me in the truck and u-haul, started to slide back and forth. The back and forth motion getting bigger each swoop until he was up on two tires and about to tip over right in front of me. The last SUMMER & FALL 09 Our Farm 79