Are chickens natural relaxers, or is it just me? Lol

Haha I'm glad I'm not the only one they sure are very helpful to me. I have owned cats, dogs, turtles, etc but none of them make me feel the way chickens do lol I guess they're more easy to keep up with but there's something about them that I can't explain. They are curious and their personalities are great, well some

Better than an aquarium to watch & relax

I love my chickens so much! I spend quite a bit of timw with them. They just make me.happy! People actually make fun of me for my love of my chickens.

I have never seen those feed sack beds before. I may have to make one for my girls.

I agree with chickens being the best stress relievers (so long as they don't go hiding and come back with 20 babies!). Compared to my dog and cats, they are far more relaxing. I've gone out in the evenings and just watched or held my birds, long enough so that I got phone calls to make sure I wasn't dragged off by a mountain lion or something. I swear I get more from 2 minutes watching my birds than I do an hour of therapy, especially from their personalities and 'social lives'... Apparently my mother had an argument with my hen, Louisa, this morning and lost. Louie is a RIR whom has separation issues and anxiety, and after she wouldn't reintegrate with the flock, she moved into a kennel in my garage at night. During the day, she lounges with my pets in the yard and peeks in windows on the deck.
Anyways, my brother stopped to visit, and my mom was trying to get Louie off of a deck storage bin (that is the perfect height for looking in the windows). Here's how it apparently went down:
Mom: Henny Penny, NO! *moved/nudged her off the bin*
Louisa: Squawks wildly and hops back on the bin
Mom: Bad bird. No, get down! *pushes off*
Louisa: Squawks more and jumps back on the bin
It happened about 4 times before my mom gave up and went inside. Louie went to the outdoor sink under the kitchen window and was glaring at my mother for probably a half hour. She believes the personality bit now. Louisa just wanted someone to scratch her chin, lol. That was a long post.

I wouldn't trade my little poopers for anything. So many personalities in one coop.

That is funny!

I have one who earned her name "Rebel in a Red Dress". Even as a chick she would take the opportunity to escape the brooder to look around. I have chased her around the garage, the back yard and the run!

Tonight I was giving them treats before bed and the littles (10 weeks old) wanted out of the run. It was pretty cold and snowy here today so I didnt open the door. They all went to explore for a minute and when they came back, 3 of the 4 went AROUND the door to get back into the run. Rebel went UNDER the door, which is only about 5 inches off the ground. She had to flatten herself to get under it!

I also have 2 of the 4 littles that will NOT go up the ramp to the coop. Even after almost 2 weeks of me putting them on the ramp and patting their butts until they go up. The 2 bigs and the other 2 littles go without any issues. They go down the ramp in the mornings. Sigh.

My little poopers will hit 2 years old this year. But they'll always be my little poopers. They help me garden, mow grass, you name it. Chickens are just fun to have around. My one girl, Sissy, picks her feet up all the way to her chest when walking in deep grass, soo funny that i need to document it. Awkward little beasts.

My three 13 week 'orphans' (the broody ditched them day one after hatch) do that too! They burrow in the mulch underneath my coop (raised 26" on stilts for sheltered area underneath) and I have to crawl under the coop to grab them every night. If they weren't so cute *shakes fist*... I had a hen that would stop at nothing to escape. "Ghost" was 5 lbs, shockingly white with black spots about her face and had (until she was re-homed) escaped: a secure plastic pet taxi (wiggled through the middle seam, still don't know quite how), a twelve foot high barred enclosure with a tarp roof (ran flapping up the wall and broke the tarp off), a cage at fair (she opened her door (with the clip it only opened 2.5 inches or so) and was perched on top, preening), and the run many times (not yet figured out, heavy gauge garden wire fence, chicken wire atop that, hardware cloth to keep from digging, and several layers of bird netting).
She would always come up to me after escaping as if to say "give me a real challenge next time?". She was a crazy little bird.