- Aug 20, 2007
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I open the back door and call in my high pitched chicken-calling voice, "Where are my BABIES?!!" My six come running, just as others have described here, heads down and feet barely touching ground. They know treats and affection are not far off. I have called them my babies since I got them as three day old fuzz balls (next month they will be 2 years old). We have a little chat: "How are my girls?" and "Whos the good chicken?" (I have read many similar themes). They follow me around the yard--I placed large logs in various places to attract bugs and worms--and the girls know I will shift the logs so they can catch a treat.
<<I have one RIR who pecks my foot until I pick her up and carry her around. Ruby is her name.>>
My Cheewee does the very same thing!! Maybe it is a RIR trait?
<<I have one RIR who pecks my foot until I pick her up and carry her around. Ruby is her name.>>
My Cheewee does the very same thing!! Maybe it is a RIR trait?