Greetings from Minneapolis and St. Paul Minnesota

Well ladies, gentlemen, hens, roosters, chicks and eggs, I made my great escape without a hitch. I decided to take flight and end up where I ended up. Not something you probably expected from good old Beata, but I can be spontaneous and throw caution to the wind when I want to.

And boy did I want to. I opened my wings, took a leap and before I knew it, I landed in the great land of Minnesota.

Minne-what? you ask.

To tell you the truth, that’s what I said myself mere days ago. I like to think I didn’t choose Minnesota, it chose me. I was shooting to make it to Hollywood and my delicate wings just wouldn’t go anymore. Before I became too exhausted and plummeted to the ground, I decided to land with gracefully—even though I didn’t know where I was.

As I twirled downward, I landed on top of a giant cherry. Yes, a giant cherry. I got excited and thought there must be giants in this land to have cherries this big. I took one peck and nearly chipped me beak! Not giant cherries but giant art. How wonderful!

There were people all around me picnicking. I must have looked awfully desperate because people began offering me their food. Things like tuna noodle casserole, Taco Taxi and hamburgers with cheese stuffed inside. I was so hungry from my flight I ate it all and then had to nap away the afternoon to recover from such a feast.

From there, some very nice people said they had chickens of their own. I never knew urban dwellers in the United States had chickens. I asked them what color the eggs were and they told me they were white or brown. “No blue?” I clucked. “NO,” they said, “But brown is nice too.”

They let me ride on the handle bars of their bicycle and off we went to see the Twin Cities—Minneapolis and St. Paul.  Two cities separated by one river! We saw old stone bridges and flour mills, Prince’s (yes, The Prince) old neighborhood, a baseball game and award winning play, the Mississippi River and crystal blue lakes. So many lakes! They asked if I wanted to go for a swim, but I declined. The water deflates my feather fluff.

I met humans from the south, the north, east, west and everywhere in between. St. Paul was even founded by the Irish! As we traveled the state capitol’s streets, I almost felt like Legal Island was right around the corner.

My new friends were sad to hear I could not stay for summer—where nearly every weekend is a giant celebration of food, music and art. The greatest celebration of all they call the State Fair and they told me they eat everything on a stick and the women get their faces carved out of butter. Maybe I can take some real time off and come back to see the show. Or maybe a Legal-Island office wide field trip is in order.