I have one chicken that we refer to as the Broodie from [email protected]!l. She gets in the barn cats' food dish and refuses to leave. If I attempt to mover her, I will have bloody stumps where my hands used to be. DH, on the other hand, can pick her up. She seems to like him better. Every night he retrieves her from the barn and returns her to the coop. Poor DH came in the house covered with pooh telling me that something must be wrong with Buffy, because she had a stinky poop explosion all over him when he picked her up. He didn't know it was possible for a hen to save up that much poop. The poor guy didn't know the dangers of broody poop! She got his shirt, his pants, his shoes and the cat standing next to him. Hopefully, he will still get her out of the barn for me every night.