My girls are my BABIES! They talk to me, follow me and, yes, "love" me. I am head "Roo" fearless leader, grand puba to my girlies. I tell them all my deep secrets and I know theirs. When they're hurt they come to me, if they miss me, they come to the patio door and "knock" with their beaks. When one dies (I've lost over 20) they cry with me and I with them. Did you know that some breeds have a "song" they sing when one of their family dies? Well, they do. And they cuddle and give beak kisses to my nose. They love their ears and necks rubbed and love to be held and loved. I now only have 6 left (thanks to a neighbor dog) but they're my pets and my friends. Eggs are great, but when they get too old, too bad. I'll love them any way!