Last week we introduced two new chickens to our brood of chickens. I knew that Hens form strong social groups and establish a pecking order, however I was not prepared for the bitchyness, the fighting and the segregation. The three old girls acted like the "popular, confident
bitchy girls". The two new girls were picked on
and treated like the "unpopular large girl" and the "weird geeky
I hated watching this it reminded me of school. Can you guess which chicken I was?
We went out to Carindale today; and in less than an hour that we were there, five separate people paid compliments to Jarvis. From how stylishly he was dressed (silly me, a Mum stopped my and was raving about Jarvis's pants and bow tie, when will I learn to say I made them and hand over a business card?) To the simple compliment of what a good looking boy he is.
This has set me off on two trails of thought. One, will Jarvis grow up and expect people to stop him and compliment him? As he gets this every time we go out.
Thought two was why do we act like chickens? Why do women keep to their own groups, and not including anyone new or different. Why is it so easy to say something nice to a child? But not to another adult?
When was the last time you stopped a random stranger and said something nice? When was the last time you said something nice to someone you know? Which chicken were you?