Curiosity killed the cat. It hasn't killed my black stars yet, but I worry that eventually they'll wander somewhere they shouldn't have. Many a day I've found they've made it around 6 ft wood fencing and into the front yard/neighbor's yard/garden. Strong personalities. They try to pick on my Rhode Island Reds, who fortunately have a few years on them. I don't expect them to take kindly to newcomers. Not lap sitters but not entirely opposed to neck scratches. I think they're attractive birds, and they're the only chickens laying through the winter at a pace of 1 egg/day.