I call 4421 Purdue a Broody Hen house. Why?
It’s a hen that sits on her eggs until they hatch. And protects them. Apparently, hens give some sort of a warning to others to stay away from their nest when they are brooding, like fierce mothers:
Her warning means, “Stay back, this nest is mine for hatching!” Actually, we find it charming when our hens are broody–they are beautiful when they’re angry! Once a day or so your hen may emerge from her nest like a whirling dervish: all her feathers will be ruffled out so she will look VERY BIG. She will hold her wings out from her body to give herself even more apparent size. She will rise with a terrible screech, and run at anyone that gets in her way. In my head, I sort of imagine that if my hens were hatching eggs in the wild, all the to-do she’d be making as she gets up would be meant to distract anything nearby from getting her eggs while she couldn’t look after them. Also, she acts so tough, I wonder if some predators would be intimidated by her fierceness?
Then I saw this house, on a street that just verbally reminded me of chickens.
I know, the street is named after Purdue University in West Lafayette, Indiana, where my father actually went to college.
And Perdue Farms is the parent company of Perdue Foods and Perdue AgriBusiness, spelled differently. See what that “Broody hen” salad did to me?
Still, I see this precious red-brick with a front porch screaming-for-Broody-Hen charmer as the perfect place to nest and protect your growing chicks.