If, a few months ago, you asked me what came to mind when I heard the words, “Big Rig,” I probably would have said something about a semi-tractor/trailer combo. Maybe I’d have thought about oil drilling, or even fishing tackle. That last one’s kind of strange, but it goes back to my youth when I had the opportunity to go fishing in Canada. What kind of tackle should one take? Who knew, but it had to be big!
Now, though? What comes to mind when I hear “Big Rig” mentioned?
Yep. A chicken.
Well, and my granddaughter.
My granddaughter is learning to read, and with the current school situation I have been helping with that endeavor. I didn’t have a lot of experience with beginning readers, since I’ve been a third-grade teacher most of my career, but I knew where to start: Talk to a kindergarten teacher. And that’s what I did.
After some talking and a little bit of brushing up on the basics, I came home with a handful of simple readers to use with my teaching. I love books that are written with beginning-reader text, but–in my limited experience–a lot of them can be kind of boring. Not the set I was able to borrow, though. The text is good, but the pictures are what really make them great. The series is set in a town populated by trucks and other vehicles. Race cars, construction equipment like dozers, and even a tow truck named, yes, Big Rig.
My granddaughter really likes Big Rig.
A few weeks after we started with that series, my wife decided it was time to start with a new flock of chicks. Early one morning they found a home in a container under a heat lamp in our garage, and that afternoon our granddaughters came to visit them. We’ve never been one for naming our chickens, but, well, that’s changed. Again: Granddaughters.
So, we’ve got a Yeti, since it has “furry feet,” and we’ve got Dot because of a dark patch below her eye. Plain Jane looks like Dot, but doesn’t have the dark patch. The logic behind the naming process is strange, but it makes sense if you’re my wife or one of my granddaughters, especially the oldest one.
What else came out of the naming process?
Yes, indeed, we have a feathered gal by the name of “Big Rig.”
I suppose it’s okay. She’s not going to answer to it anyway.