- Jul 1, 2011
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Have to laugh at my Rhode Island Reds. Whenever I go outside, they now stick close to me; I put my hand over them and they squat down, want to not just be petted, but picked up and loved on, talked to. Then about a minute into this, they look like they are coming out of a trance and nervously eyeball the ground. Put one down, another wants up, and so it goes until everybody gets picked up at least twice.