My girls, have proven to me chickens are not all bird brains. Clare, clearly the leader, is a confident and a lest bird. During the first weeks as they develop their feathers, I have turned my dinning room into a chicken room. I have a set of doors to the patio that I am able to open the door to their pin so they can go outside, get cold come in and set under the heat light.
Clare is always the first out, the first for food and feeds track of her sisters. On one of our unseasonable warm days, Clare found that she did not like the doves in here yard, she puffed up put down her head and charged. With a satisfied chicken walk she returned to the tiny flock. Doves are still intruders and must be minded.
Then there was this morning, after saying good morning I opened the goof for the girls to let them out. Using the pin door to block the open in order that they could get back into their pin but not free run in the those. I hear a very soft peeping from the kitchen, then tapping, it sounded like metal. I go up to see, and there was Clare picking the refrigerator. I got a handful of vegetables, washed them then gave to to all of them with Clare rift there to get the fist bit.
Clare also as a sense of being important. I picked up Goldy, trying to get the girls used to being handled. Clare, not wanting to let out, found a way to fet to the set of a chair, then on to the arm. At that point Clare made it clear what she wonted. She wonted on my arm, and Goldy not.
Bird braid undead?