Olivia is my most hands-off chicken. My 7 youngest lived in a brooder for far too long while we struggled to build a coop and addition to the original dumb Amazon run and tiny pre-fab coop. (Yes, all the classic first-timer mistakes.) I felt so bad for the chicks towards the end of their in-house incarceration that I went in the spare bedroom every day where they were, blocked off furniture covered the floor in sheets and towels and let them run around. Most of them climbed on me - not Olivia. When it was time to go back in jail, I learned to get her first because several times when she was last she freaked out. One time she managed to wedge herself behind the TV cabinet. I had to get DH's help and he didn't mess around with chicken nonsense. He got a broom and nudged her back until I could get her. Someone on here told me Olivia would never forget that. I thought that surely couldn't be right - she's a chicken, how can she hold a grudge? She has. Poor baby.