When I started my flock I did not understand how close a relationship a human could have with a bird. We both seemed such different beings. Over the years I have learned better. My big, black, beautiful senior hen loves nothing more than to stand beside me, and peck my boots. If I am wearing ankle boots she will put her head inside the top. When she is sitting on the perch she will peck my arm to tell me to pass the food bowl to her. My big, buff Orpington will call me, if she wants the food bowl. All are happy to be stroked on their breasts. There is a relationship which I had never expected.