That title quote is by author, Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.
In this case, it fits ever so perfectly!
These "women" are Amelia Earhart and Marie Curie.
I kid you not.
I named them as tiny chicks, not knowing what breed they were or what behavior I could expect from them.
These girls are no more well behaved than the real Amelia and Marie were in their time.
They do things considered too bold and brash for polite, rule-following society.
These girls have their morning breakfast when I let them out of the coop and then they make plans that do not include being 'good girls' by staying within the safety of the chicken run with the other hens.
They "fly the coop", as it were.
They are Sicilian Buttercup chickens and are well able to fly to just about any perch they wish.
Amelia finds my shoulder a fine landing spot to check me for ticks and fleas.
Unfortunately, I am drawn to them and they to me.
They are so friendly and curious.
They are my favorites.
I fear for their safety, just as those that loved Amelia Earhart and Marie Curie did.
Being out of the confines of the chicken run leaves them more open to predation by hawks and marauding dogs.
But, just like Amelia and Marie, they must be free to do as their heart and will demands.
These young hens cannot be held down; nor do I desire to keep them confined when it is clear they want otherwise.
They stay close by the chicken run and the other hens, but wish to do greater things than peck around with those that follow the rules too closely.
My only hope is that they do not "make history" by getting killed.