Or either she trying to get a breath. She's thinking, help, I can't breath. But remember, what you feel she don't. You can't make a chicken a people no more than some idiot can make a poodle one by painting their toenail pink and putting a dress on it.
My chickens love me, they always follow me around, and it used to be that I could put food down and then they would be more interested in that, but now even when I have put food down they will follow me
My Speckled Sussex are the worst....they even pull on my skirt or pants leg if I don't hand out the treats fast enough. My hubby says they are trying to trip me so I fall and they will get the treats faster.
They love the company of "family"! They jump up on a hay bail and 'talk" a way! They hide behind me if they are picked on. Follow me every where. Food or no food, they're just darn cute!
While I think the world of my chickens, I am under no illusion that they love me. I am not even sure that they would still respect me in the morning.
Yes, they look forward to SHE WHO LETS US OUT. Yes, they run to SHE WHO DISPENSES FOOD when they spot me. Yes, they race from wherever they range when SHE WHO CACKLES LOUDLY calls, but. . .
I fear that the only way my chickens would truly love me would be if I dropped over dead in their coop. "Yum, I loved that snack! I wonder when we will get another meal like her?"
When all is said and done, they are just chickens.
Love, Linn B (aka Smart Red) * * * Nesting with 5 Australorp and 5 Lt. Brahma hens plus 'The Count of Monte Cristo' - or Monte for short - one beautiful, well-behaved, hard-working, Australorp rooster, in south-est, central-est Wisconsin.
My chickens crowd at the gate of their pen when they hear my car door close. When I get home from work I always let them out to range the yard. While they're out there they come running when I go out to the yard, no doubt because they know I have a treat for them. They also love to converse. When I get to close to the coop/run, I always say, "helllooooo girrrrrrrrrrls." and of course they all have something to say back. Early this morning I went to let the girls out and went to check the nest boxes for eggs. One of the barred rocks was in the nest, so I closed the lid and went to get their feed. As I was pouring the crumbles into the feeder, the pullet left the nest. When I picked up the egg, I said, "thank you, Pearlie" and what she replied sounded just like "you're welcome." LOL... yup, crazy chicken lady at your service.
They also compete for my attention. There must be a prize or title among them for the one who trips me most often.
I'm not sure I can agree that they aren't capable of "human" emotion. We will never know, so for now, I believe mine love me.