When we began keeping chickens, I resisted the urge to name each one. That didn’t last long; my insatiable desire to name things took over. Perdita, Desdemona and Birdie are my Americaunas.
Birdie is the Head Hen. Desdemona lives in her own little world and gives new meaning to the term ‘bird brain”. Perdita is a very social creature and chooses to communicate with me as I enter the chicken pen.
Perdita flies to the top of the roost so that she can get closer to me. Perdita clucks and makes chicken noises in an attempt to communicate with me. She expects me to pause and gets close to me, inspecting my clothing and turning her head sideways to get a closer look.
What is Perdita trying to tell me? Could she be tattling on the other girls, and sharing their secrets? Is she requesting more fresh foods, oatmeal and cornbread, and less chicken feed? Is she requesting a TV or perhaps she feels the need to “surf the net”? Does she think that a designer chicken coop would make her happier and give her the ability to lay more eggs? Until the ability to speak chicken has been learned, her sounds will remain a mystery, and my imagination has the opportunity to take over.
Those are interesting thoughts, however I fear that she has heard of the fame that Clover and Atticus enjoy, and feels that she has that certain star quality too. Perdita feels that she is a lovely specimen of chickenhood and deserves to have her own fan club. She wants fan mail and there is an adoring public waiting for her.
There it is, the truth, Perdita’s motives have been revealed. Perdita wants to be famous. Time will tell if Perdita achieves her dreams or if she will end up being a tragedy on the road to stardom, a hopeful starlet that falls by the wayside forgotten, by the public. If that happens, then hopefully Perdita will remember that she has chicken sisters at home, waiting for her, and the chicken keeper that provides her with warm oatmeal on cold mornings.
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