Well. When my grandad died I couldn't get rid of him. Every time somebody would come to buy him if run out screaming. He followed me everywhere. And wait at the door when I went inside. I just got used to him being around. I guess. Kinda grew up together.
That is neat he needs a movie or book written about him...what a character...the running away from potential buyers is a riot. People really underestimate the intelligence chickens have.