As the Chicken Coop Turns...in a gender neutral world.

Leave it to my coop to go gettin' all timely with the talk of the Storm from the great white north...for those of you who haven't heard there is a poor child in Canada who's parents aren't telling it or anyone what it is...a girl or a boy.  Now, mind you, I am not one to get all politicky on gender issues, but leave it to my coop...they have other plans...without further ado...the second installment of As the Chicken Coop Turns...

There was talk around the water cooler...

and talk over dinner...

"I'm not one to stand on my soap box, or roost for that matter and preach, but something must be done..." one of the Rhode Island Reds was heard to be saying.

"What is it?" they whispered.  The whispers could be heard in the brooder out to the coop and beyond...

Some understood the hushed question...

Some just didn't get it.

One bird on the shorter end of the bird brain stick asked, "What d'ya mean 'what is it'? Do you mean like that show, 'It's a bird...It's a plan...No, It's Superman!" 

"Afraid not" the others advised and quickly went back to scratching and pecking so the bird couldn't see them laughing at her and not with her.  They were all quietly thankful that they had been on the longer end of the bird brain stick than that one.

Meanwhile, a hen was heard to be asking...

"Why can't Perry come in for a spell.  We just freshened up the coop, the grain is on and the fresh water is oh so cold with a refreshing hint of Broiler Booster in it.  The night is young, it isn't even dusk.  We were going to watch that fly try to find it's way out of the coop again tonight.  It was a great show last night and maybe it will get tired and we will have a little dessert."

"No hen of mine is going to hang out with the likes of that!" the pecker(at the top of the pecking order) at the door was heard to be saying.

"What on earth do you mean?" as the girl looked up hoping to reason with the bird brain at the door of the coop.

"You know what I mean!"

"Just because Perry isn't one of us, doesn't mean...um...um...Ok, I'm not going to pretend to understand all this 'gender neutral' talk.  All I know is, pullet or cockerel Perry is the 'go to bird' in this coop.  When we all couldn't decide how to arrange the grass clippings, who was there with helpful advice? When me and the other girls get to feeling overwhelmed with our weight, who has a kind and motivating word for us all?"

The conversation continued throughout the coop...

"Alls I know is the feathers on the head say hen"...
"and yes, those pointy tail feathers, can you say cock a doodle doo?"
"I don't care what McMurray Hatchery calls it... exotic free chick or not, it is just down right odd!"

Meanwhile as those 3 chortled on... Perry did have one friend in the coop and they ran into each other...

"Hey, you don't think I hear what they say about me?  Do you ever see it get me down?" Perry said casually strolling down the ramp from the coop.

"I know. I just don't know how you do it.  I have a hard enough time when they look at me sideways cause I might have the occasional poop on my butt. I don't know how I would take all that 'gender neutral' talk."

"Oh it's ok...it's a little thing I like to call karma...cause while I am laughing my way on over to the egg layer side of the coop.  You will all be on your ride to camp freezer locker, which sorry if you haven't heard, is a one way ticket...and that my friend is how this chicken coop turns..."

Like grain through a feeder...

These are the days(albeit limited) of their lives.

Credits

Starring Perry       The gender neutral Golden Polish