I am Poppy Partridge. I’m a bird. I am perhaps the most frantic, frazzled, and feathered neighbor in Welcome Home, I am the resident chicken so-to-speak. From a sprained beak to sunburnt feathers, I alway think about the worst outcome of a pleasant situation. Then again, it never hurts to have a neighbor with a band aid on hand. I am clumsy but supportive. I am motherly.