Agreed.
Dottie, the house chicken, will come jump on my lap, sit beside me on the couch and let me stroke her feathers while she falls asleep, and she leaps onto my outstretched arm when I say, "Dottie, perch." She will also poke her head into an open refrigerator to choose her own grapes if I don't keep an eye on her when I'm foraging for snacks there.
Then, there's the rest of the flock. Nearly all of them were brooded in the house and handled daily; they will gladly allow me to feed them by hand but have NO interest in ever being held again.
Dottie was, unfortunately, raised as a lone chick who failed to integrate into the flock. Your baby has chicken siblings and will, no doubt, be better socially adjusted. Your kindest act is to let her be a chicken and enjoy whatever interaction she wants from you. It's hard to let the special ones grow up.
Dottie, the house chicken, will come jump on my lap, sit beside me on the couch and let me stroke her feathers while she falls asleep, and she leaps onto my outstretched arm when I say, "Dottie, perch." She will also poke her head into an open refrigerator to choose her own grapes if I don't keep an eye on her when I'm foraging for snacks there.
Then, there's the rest of the flock. Nearly all of them were brooded in the house and handled daily; they will gladly allow me to feed them by hand but have NO interest in ever being held again.
Dottie was, unfortunately, raised as a lone chick who failed to integrate into the flock. Your baby has chicken siblings and will, no doubt, be better socially adjusted. Your kindest act is to let her be a chicken and enjoy whatever interaction she wants from you. It's hard to let the special ones grow up.