Best Buddies - Miss Chickapea & Sheldon |
They, of course, started out as two eggs...one brown and the other blue. When they hatched, I assume they were cute, little and fuzzy like all chickens. One was older and a female, the other a male came after the chickens had arrived at the farm. I don't know exactly how they ended up as student farm chickens but fate brought them to Mary, a budding chicken whisperer.
Araucana Peep |
The female, of the Araucana breed, was not like the rest of the group of chickens that had been dropped off at the student farm...she was, well, interesting, alert, she liked people, she loved to be photographed and hugged. Mary loved her knowing that as a farmer it is not a good idea to love your farm animals. She couldn't help it. Miss Chickapea, as the chicken was named, wouldn't let her think of her as just a 'normal, run 'o the mill chicken". No sir, she was somethin' special. Mary couldn't get away from her, she followed her everywhere begging to be loved. So, Mary did. Whenever Mary was at the farm Miss Chickapea had special allowances like being outside the pen, riding in her arms or being kissed. She particularly liked that. The other chickens clucked and fussed about being left inside the fence but like normal flock chickens they just ran around complaining, doing nothing to distinguish themselves. They had to stay in the pen.
Jerry |
The student farmers made a nice pen for them, covering it with bird netting to protect against predators and then put a solar electric fence up. Covering the pen with a tarp meant it was cooler in the run during the summer. The students and Mary were good chicken farmers. They built a roosting box and got a proud, handsome, bold rooster...a Rhode Island Red, they named Jerry. He was a good protector of his small flock of 10 or so chickens and strutted up and down watching his "girls".
Soon, another chicken joined the group. It was another male, who Mary named Sheldon. He was a tiny, little thing, a Bantam Rhode Island Red. He was a chicken with an attitude. Like Miss Chickapea, he was unique. He was small, he was feisty, he was proud of his black, green glossy tail feathers. He was a cuddle bug.
Proud Sheldon |
Miss Chickapea looking at the camera instead of at who was talking. |
Here is student farmer, Ashley, posing with Sheldon, http://www3.ag.purdue.edu/programs/studentfarm/Pages/students.aspx
Family visiting the Chickens before Graduation |
They were more than just chickens...they were rock stars amongst Mary's family too as we ALL had to go visit them whenever we were there in Lafayette, IN. We asked about them whenever we called. Working their way into every one's heart, those two helped us to understand that life, intelligence and personality in ALL species are qualities unique and special to each individual and that when presented with a chance to really CONNECT personally with some animal (human or otherwise) it is always meaningful and special.
It has taken me a while to write the ending to the story of Miss Chickapea and Sheldon because it has taken ME a while to process the fact that indeed their story ended both suddenly, terribly and too soon. Also, I kept thinking that maybe, with time, Sheldon might reappear, flying out of his tree like before, shaking off the attack with his giant attitude that he housed in his little body. Mary, of course would have scolded him for staying away so long while hugging and kissing him all over in relief. But, alas, I believe that Sheldon too probably succumbed to the attack and is with us no more.
For a few days, due to Jerry's behavior and some odd noises from the woods beyond the chicken pen, there was a tiny ray of hope that Sheldon might have survived. His body was not found inside the cage like Miss Chickapea, just some feathers outside near the chicken coop. I think, like Mary does, that Sheldon, with his fierce attitude and protective nature towards Miss Chickapea, was fatally injured protecting Miss Chickapea. But, those of us that loved them will never know for sure what happened that night. All we know is that they are no longer around to amuse us, to show us what life is like through a chicken's eyes, or reflect the eternal 'intelligence' that nature shows us everyday.
Sheldon & Mary |
Ok, by now you realize that something bad happened to our lovely, unique chicken friends and you are right. Due to a cascading bunch of decisions brought on by an injury inflicted upon Miss Chickapea, they were attacked and killed by SOMETHING. I believe it was the SOMETHING that took Bella, the duck away last year. I think its a fox, feral cat or a loose dog that has decided to roam the farm looking for easy food. After much thought, I believe it's the dog.
Woods beyond the chicken coop |
Me - Out & About photo credit: Jim Davis |
And maybe I am exaggerating a little...I am a Naturalist, Environmental Educator and an organic gardener myself. I know that humanizing animals is not a good thing...animals are not humans and have specific behaviors and intelligence within species. Mary would be better able to tell you exactly how they affected her...but from the couple of times I met them and the happiness they brought my girl, I believe that there was something special going on there and only time will tell what lessons we learned from their short lives. I bet if you'd had the opportunity to look into their wise eyes and seen the eternal wisdom contained there, you would understand.
Rest in peace, memorable chicken friends...you will be missed by many.
Reminds me of my fantastic DAD - who's earliest nick name was Chick, because he grew up on a chicken farm. And yes, those birds can "get under your skin" can't they?
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