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I believe mine just treat me like the kind, gentle, Food Bringer flock idiot. "Just let her prattle on, nobody knows what she's trying to say. Cute, though, isn't it?" And the less patient hens simply don't spend that much time with me, after the treats are gone.

When a couple of hens keep you, your dogs, and your cat company on the sofa-recliner.

Hear, hear! :D

You got that right! :P

When you put in an offer on a second piece of property - not selling the first - for a place to move most of your flock so you don't have to keep getting rid of your roosters.

When the hopping chicken at my feet manages to snatch what I am eating and I think it is so freaking cute instead of an annoyance. When a tired little chicken (tweenager) lays its head and neck across my leg and falls asleep and I can't move until it wakes up on its own. (Same reason to be...

When you simply just learn to watch TV <I>around</I> the House Chicken roosting on the table directly in front of it.

When you are just short of your sixtieth birthday but still sit cross-legged on the ground whilst hand-feeding treats to your flock... So the shy ones will actually come close enough to eat out of your hand and the bold ones can walk all over you. Then it takes ten minutes to get up off the...

...... when the two youngest pullets (which should have been living in the coop with the rest of the flock by now) still come to the door to be let inside for the night. They're almost five month old, but it was too cold to put them out when the calendar said they should be ready. The flock is...

You stand in the middle of the kitchen holding a conversation with the pulletyou just haven't "gotten around" to putting outside yet. (Too big a change in temp from the house and outside - the shock could kill 'em.) She's learned from the dogs that everybody gathers around the fridge door...

You get one diaper onto one of your three house chickens and give up (for the time being) trying to get the other two into theirs. Too much flapping and squawking, which rattles the dogs (and my nerves).

....and you appreciate how Molly the BA really listened to your day's travails. "Berk?" "Brrk buk. Buk bok bok."

Oh, yaaaah, that's another one which fits me! My dominant Roo (at the time he was the only rooster, actually) is the Papa of my very first GrandChick. EE dad & EE momma, but hatched by a BO. Samantha is the spitting image of her mother Rebecca (who died a few months ago). Rebecca was...

Plus check the floor-boards and under the seats of the car for any change which MAY have fallen from your purse earlier in the month.... Yup, been there, done that! <*raising my hand to be counted*>

When you pick up a handy chicken to let it eat a spider right out of its web. Then ask the lucky bird, "Was that nummy? Let's go see if we can find some more!"

Uhhh..... maybe not POURING rain, but a little drizzle never hurt nobody. And, related to #5, you then slow down every time you pass those particular yards, just to see the chickens out like yours! Related to #3, I tell everybody, "Yes, I do speak for my chickens." And ducks, and...

This one almost makes all the following quotes moot. Been there, done that, and just discovered it's the ONLY thing about retiring this month I will miss from work! <*raising hand*> Me too! This is very familiar to me. Absolutely! "Is that a coop? Where are the chickens? Oh -...

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When the office staff at your dentist office looks disappointed you didn't bring a carton of eggs for them to share. (Must remember this when I go in next week...)

This is SO me! I keep a drywall spatula handy to scrape off the railing now and then, especially if I want to drink a cup of coffee out there and need a place to rest my elbows whilst watching Chicken TV in the front yard.