I'm a Black Star hen and I think my name is Bartleby. When Cedar comes over to visit, he calls me Pollywollydoodah. I don't really care, because I'm a chicken and I don't respond to the sound of my own name. Sometimes the other hens try to get me to proofread their chicken scratch or rearrange the straw in the cubbies, but I'm like, "Uh, I would prefer not to." I sometimes respond to bribes in the form of food, especially corn cobs and melons cut in half, but mostly I keep to myself. You can tell me apart from the other Black Stars because I have a small comb, no anklet and very black feathers.
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