The ballots are in, and after much deliberation, the little ones have officially been named. The powers that be (more or less) followed the voter’s wishes, with a few deviations here and there: some voter irregularities, a few behind-the-scenes manipulations – hey, pretty much like a normal election, right?
The little ladies have grown A LOT this week – tail feathers have bloomed and wings are developing more contrast – and they are less and less interested in posing for photos. Not to mention that Hope has honed her I-am-Mama-hear-me-squawk attitude and become quite a fearsome force of feathers and beak. This morning’s photo session was interesting, to say the least.
Most of the names were frontrunners in the poll, although Tulip does come out of left field. The CE had reserved naming rights for the Black Copper Marans and none of the proffered names were suiting him. We were having lunch together yesterday and musing on names that evoked the glossy black sheen of the Black Copper Marans’ feathers, when I had a memory flash about Tulipmania in the Netherlands in the 16oo’s, recounted in Michael Pollan’s fine book, Botany of Desire, and, of course, in The Black Tulip, by Alexandre Dumas, pere.
So Tulip it is for the BCM and we will save the other favorite suggestions – Pixie, Lila, Cayenne and others, for a future crop of little ones. Because there will always, hopefully, be more chickens…
Happy weekend! Thanks to everyone who voted!