Down in the barnyard are my ten chickens, some of whom I inherited from a lovely neighbor, some of which I raised from chicks.
Now, chickens are not widely regarded for their intelligence or interpersonal skills. Unlike typical dogs or cats, chickens would just as soon run away from you than be petted. If you happen to like chickens, it’s probably for their eggs or looks, not so much for their personalities.
However, as of late, an unusual trend is happening in my barnyard. My hens will be scattered all around the barnyard, pecking for bugs or searching for treats, when I will take a moment to look for them. “Here chicken girls! Here chicken girls!” I call, my human girls laughing their heads off at me.
When I call, you know what happens these days?