Once I unload everything in my truck and head to the house, they jump back on the side porch and demand a treat, a conversation and some gentle patting.
They tell me about their day running from my 2 very hormonal male ducks and dodging the melting ice falling off the metal roof in sheets. Scary stuff. I listen carefully to every cluck.
Since a few of the hens started laying they have become very affectionate. Sometimes they sit near me and I stroke their heads as we have our sunset chats. They are calm. I am calm. Chicken therapy is a wonderful thing.
However, they have become a bit more assertive for treats and more demanding about whats IN all the briefcases and canvas bags I carry to and from the house.
"What you got in that bag?"
I see a crumb of tuna fish sandwich there.." Ooops its gone!
"Is that an apple peel ?"
Yesterday, I put my camera down for just a second while I unocked the door and........
Adele, my deaf hen, nibbled it and clicked it.. Consider this a self portrait of some of the hens.
Then they had to all come check it out.
Then they started posing for the camera.
I love hen humor.I had a smile on my face as I went through my door and started to think what to make for supper.
Which critter puts a smile on your face when you come home ?