I took my little cockerel on a four hour drive to meet my family. My OH and I were going down to take some radiators off the walls in my dad's house. Simon, my OH, didn't really approve of me taking Orion, but I was full of excellent reasons, so he lost that one
At the house, there were two electricians (who should have finished by then). They wondered what Orion was. 'Chicken' wasn't their first thought lol. When I opened the cat transport box to let him out so he could eat and drink, everyone, including Simon seemed to go into panic mode. "The window's open, won't he fly out?""I'd better close the door.""The french windows are wide open, maybe he should stay in his box."... I just sighed and said he'll be fine. Well... people do panic over nothing, don't they? Orion was the perfect little gentlemen (to the point of leaving a dropping in my Oh's tool box). He followed me everywhere, would sit on the radiators while I wrapped them up, inspected the dust that hadn't been swept, pecked at the pipes, all the while chatting away. The electricians loved him! The youngest started answering his cheeps with whistles. By the time my dad came round to inspect our work, Orion was fast asleep on my shoulder. It's a hard life being a building inspector.
If I put him on my OH and call him (within a reasonable distance) he'll fly to me. He doesn't know his name, though, they all just get called 'chick'.
He's the bestest. He's a proper mummy's boy
I think, by talking to my chicks, I have made them really chatty. They are CONSTANTLY cheeping, chooking, whistling, chirping, squealing... I can't shut them up lol
Talking of wolf whistling... believe it or not, we have taught our degu to wolf-squeak. Animals just love the attention.