When I decided to raise chickens, I was set that there would be no naming the livestock.... well this is Mush, she is about 9 weeks old and is part of my first attempt to raise chickens. She was a little trouble maker early on, and figured out a way out of the temporary run, her loud cries and the hawks over my head alerted me, and I chased her down, and got her back in the run. Mush was 1 of 4 birds I started with, but due to my own lack of education, 3 were lost to a 'coon several nights later. The night of the attack, I caught the critter in the act and was able to get it out of the coop, as soon as I got to her, she literally jumped into my hands and spent the next couple of hours in my lap. I was lucky to be able to get a couple of her sisters from the same breeder the next day to keep her company. Now she runs right too me as soon as I open the coop in the morning and when ever I come close to run, eats out of my hand all the time, and she is even starting to come when I call her. I look foward to getting out in the morning to see her come running. Who would have thought you could fall for a chicken?