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
girl".
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?
