Paying
keen attention to our large, brown hen, I notice that she has taken to sitting on her
unfertilized eggs in sadly mistaken hope that they will soon one day hatch. She’s a scrapper this one, for in order
to pry her off of her eggs and prod her on with her day, I have to don a stick
as I push her from behind, on out of her milk crate nest.
The other day, I noticed how, when she
is strutting her tail feathers around our South Park canyon, pecking at the
feed on the ground and sipping water, she can also behave like a bully
towards our other four chickens.
“Watch out for her!” I recently told my housemates.
My roommate, well
versed in urban agriculture, responded by sharing that the nature of her
breed, that of a Jersey bird, is to be aggressive. “Hmmm,” I replied, “it’s funny how my mother is a Jersey
bird, too.” ; )
“Well, what should we
do?” I inquired, looking up at the balcony where my roommate and visiting guest
were perched. “Should we sacrifice
her and take her meat as sustenance?” I innocently asked.
We discussed the
healthiness of her tissue and muscle.
“Would her “negative” energy bee in the meat?” we openly questioned.
“No,” we decided - for she isn’t a “bad”
bird.
Rather, she is simply
playing the part that she was born to play.
“Is it natural for one of the chickens to play the role of
the rooster in a rooster’s absence?” I then asked.
“I’ve seen her with
the dogs,” a housemate said. “She
is protective and fierce.”
“Ohhhh,”
we all collectively sighed, taking in this new information.
“So, we need her to help defend the
brood from natural predators, then?” I asked more as a statement than a
question.
Case closed.
We all are born to
divinely play our roles perfectly – this goes for the Bullies, as well as the
neglectful parents. Whatever you
do, whoever you are, know this - YOU ARE PERFECT EXACTLY AS YOU ARE.
