The Dominique in the first photo gets really upset when she's laid an egg and another hen sits on it. She comes running to the kitchen door making the most horrid noises of something that isn't actually dying while she looks in through the window. When she sees me, she runs to the coop and if I don't follow, she'll come back to the door still making a fuss until I do follow her. Once I get to the coop she'll stand in front of the nest that has her egg in it, screeching and hollering until I take it out from under the other hen. As soon as I have it, she runs back out of the coop and into the garden happy as can be. She's such a tattle tail and I love her so. She also earned the name "Java". She joined my daughter and me on the garden bench one morning a few days after she arrived while I had a cup of iced coffee. She watched me take a sip and then immediately snuck one. It has become the morning routine for us to sit on the bench together while she watches me drink my coffee but I have to watch her or she'll try to drink it. If I don't go out to the bench, she'll come pecking on the kitchen door until I open it. Then she'll stand in the doorway and watch me drink it in the kitchen. When I've finished, she turns around and walks right back out.
Cute story. Over the years I've had a few hens that really made friends with me. One of them, Hoppy, used to follow me around and would stare in the windows at me. She snuck in the house once and gave me a fright. Couldn't find her and it was pitch dark and she had somehow gotten into the garage and was waiting at the top of the stairs like "what, it's bedtime, I am human I sleep in the house."