Mary Poopins is a black barred Plymouth Rock hen.
Mary is my baby. She loved having her belly scratched as a baby and would fall asleep on my lap. She still has a reserved spot on my lap and is the only one of our girls who seems to enjoy being petted. She especially seems to like it under her wings. She had a nasty head injury as a baby. It appeared she had been pecked until she bled, but I believe my husband is correct in thinking she hit it on the metal tray beneath the barbecue grill. He said if she had been pecked, they certainly would have finished the job and eaten her. She’s been fairly skittish around other people since the injury.
Mary would be a libraian if she was a person.