A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
We interrupt our regularly scheduled chicken blog to report a totally random “feel good” story.
Sunday morning I was playing keys on the Praise Team at church. That’s the new way of saying I was playing the piano. It was going to be a challenge because I was also singing into a microphone which I do not usually do.
Then I had to transpose one of the songs. For non-music people, this means I was not playing what was written on the page. This meant I had to concentrate extra hard.
To complicate things even more, as I sat down at the keyboard, I looked down and discovered my engagement ring was missing the stone.
Not only had the center diamond disappeared, but the whole setting was gone.
It took all my self-control not to scream.
I took a deep breath and concentrated on playing the right notes and singing the right words.
As soon as we were done, I began retracing my steps all the way back to my truck. I talked to the worship leader who announced at the end of the service that there may be a diamond lying around somewhere and if anyone found it to please give it to me.
I called Beekeeper Brian, who was on his way to a conference in Dallas. He was not too disturbed and suggested perhaps it had gotten caught on something.
This made more sense to me than thinking I had hit my hand hard enough to knock the setting off and not realized it.
I looked in the truck. There was no diamond. 
I remembered getting a business card out of my purse right before I went up on stage so I decided to look in my purse and sure enough, there was my diamond!
I was thrilled.
Fortunately, I have a plain gold band I can wear until we can get the ring fixed. I’m just glad we are not replacing a diamond.
One Friday there was a chicken in my mailbox at school.
One of the vendors was giving them away. I call it a “ducken.” It sits on my piano and entertains my students. It also makes me smile.
