MechWarrior

I Am MechWarrior. I'm the biggest Black Star hen in the coop. I am from the Inner Sphere, governed by the Great House Liao. We're known for our manipilative, unstable leaders and great military losses in the interstellar wars of successsion. My feathers aren't as dark as the other Black Star hens because after I do battle, my Elemental Battle Tech armor gets acid washed. One day I will rule this coop with an iron fist. Mark my words.

Lee Smith

I'm Lee Smith. I'm a Black Star hen. I have a masters degree in Physics and you can sometimes catch me in a top hat masquerading as Jonas P. Wilkerson. I flew the coop last year and took off to Hawaii, but now I'm safely back in Masala's yard where I enjoy eating the eggs of my fellow hens. Probably because I have this degree in physics, I'm the only chicken who figured out the ideal beak trajectory necessary to break open an egg in fewer than five pecks. You simply take the square root of the diameter of the egg at its widest point and adjust for variables such as the outside atmospheric pressure and the thickness of the shell based on the calcium intake of the hen in question, then multiply that by the length of the vector between the point of my beak and the meridian of the eggshell. You can easily tell me apart from the other Black Stars because I always wear this orange anklet.

P.S. I have the deed!

Mother Clucker

I'm Mother Clucker (formerly known as Phoenix). I'm a Black Star with a big comb that folds in the front, no anklet, and very black feathers. I'm the most photogenic hen, as you can see, and I'm not just a pretty face, I'm smart too. If you hang a corn cob from the roof I'll probably be the first hen to make the necessary leap (cognitively and literally) to get that corn into my gizzard. And I don't even have a physics degree. I'm street smart.

Bartleby/Pollywollydoodah

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.