Awww that's so wonderful
You're their protector.
Ok, so here’s a big “crazy chicken lady” statement. Call it social isolation, cabin fever, or whatever… but I talk to the animals a lot, perhaps a little too much. When I’m working on the house I’ll call to the goats in the barn, and get a “yes mom” answer back. Well, with the chickens (and especially while Sammy was stuck recovering from his morning squabble with Dean in the human coop) I’ve been “talking” chicken to the chickens… and they have been responding. I do the “whiorrrr” BBB predator call and they go for cover.It seems that Hattie at least trusts me.![]()