I have a Dominique named Tink, who knows her name, and recognizes a beer can or bottle from across the yard! My husband lets her share with him! Crazy man! She also leads the rest of the flock up on the deck and pecks at the back door for treats! She will jump up on the arm of my chair, and when I say, "Hello, beautiful Tink." she responds "Hello, beautiful Mama." In chicken-speak, of course. Then there's our little bantam chochin, Bellatrix, who has learned that my husband will stop the Doms from chasing her out of their dustbath holes. So when another chicken approaches her, she looks at it, then looks at my husband, then looks back at the chicken like, "Just you wait. You are so going to get iiiiiiitttt!" Actually, now that I think about it, my husband has just spoiled them!!!