Yes! I FINALLY just taught the newest batch of young'uns NOT to fly onto my head when I come in the door, because obviously I have no food on my head, and while I love you too, your feet aren't always the cleanest.
Their mom did that too (thanks a lot, BonBon!). Now everybody just crowds around my feet when I walk in and whines for food, totally oblivous of the full #25 feeder five steps away. (You have not lived until you have head a cranky or distressed Polish whine.).
ON the other hand (or most often the other side of the coop) my handsome rooster-boy is fine around people, just don't pick him up. At all. Not fun. We're slowly breaking him of that and he's a LOT better, though!

Their mom did that too (thanks a lot, BonBon!). Now everybody just crowds around my feet when I walk in and whines for food, totally oblivous of the full #25 feeder five steps away. (You have not lived until you have head a cranky or distressed Polish whine.).
ON the other hand (or most often the other side of the coop) my handsome rooster-boy is fine around people, just don't pick him up. At all. Not fun. We're slowly breaking him of that and he's a LOT better, though!
