Like a lot of farmers, we don’t name the poultry or other livestock. They’re wonderful creatures and we love them very much a desire nothing more than the happiest possible life until we kill and eat them. This requires some mental gymnastics for city folk and former vegetarians. One thing I’ve found very interesting in raising poultry is that they lack the empathy for humans shown by dogs, horses, and even cats. (Yes, cats are hateful and contemptuous, but that’s because they understand how you feel AND THEY WANT TO PUNISH YOU!)

However, we’re also animal people and we need to refer to our various groups of animals as something, so they evolve names. We couldn’t remember the name of the breed “Wyandotte,” so our first one was referred to as Wilhemina (We’d been reading the League of Extraordinary Gentleman), and the Black Austrolorpes as “the Octothorpes”. The Khaki Campbell ducks have generally been referred to as “those fracking ducks.” They are not my favorite animals to work with but we’ve got the new ones this year known as “the ducklings” or “those misbegotten creatures.”

Our new chickens this year are the Ameraucanas (who lay blue eggs) and four new Wyandottes. The Wyandottes. Pretty and hard to tell apart, no?

Pretty, aren’t they? So they reminded us of the humanoid cylons from Battlestar Galactica. Did I mention we’re nerds?

There are many copies. And they have a plan.

There are many copies. And they have a plan.

In deference to my previous career as an alt country musician, the Ameraucanas are referred to simply as Uncle Tupelo.

The two that hate each other are clearly Chicken Jeff Tweedy and Chicken Jay Farrar. Chicken Jay Bennet is playing a guitar solo in Chicken Heaven.

The two that hate each other are clearly Chicken Jeff Tweedy and Chicken Jay Farrar. Chicken Jay Bennet is playing a guitar solo in Chicken Heavan.