The lost and found dipper
Feeding the chooks, the after school chore before being
free to play. The daily ritual of digging your hands deep into the wheat and letting it
run through your fingers, finding the dipper and filling it with wheat. Always the spotted
dipper, spotted like a Dalmatian dog. Half the dipper of wheat in one chook pen, half in
the other. Then collect the eggs and lay them in the bottom to take inside.
Mum and Dad eventually got rid of all the chooks and the
old sheds and with them the spotted dipper so it seemed… my spotted dipper!
The spotted dipper surfaced again when my Parents were
moving house. It’s really just an old white enamel pale with big round chunks that
have been chipped off over the years, I still think its beautiful. I keep it in my shed
now.
