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Exactly.
I have fallen twice during daylight hours. The first time, my flock only contained 8 chickens. I slipped backwards, ended up flat on my back, glasses all askew. Suddenly, a pullet was standing on my chest, peering intently into the one lens of my glasses still over an eye.
"Brrrk?"
The others quickly crowded around me whilst I got my thoughts together (and my breath back). Hmmm, thought I - good thing I feed them well!
Second time, just went to my knees. The flock was larger, then. First they scattered because they had been all around me asking about their feed and arguing with each other over who would get the very freshest feed as soon as I poured it into the feeder. Then they came back and gathered around to pick at spilled feed.
Noooo, falling into that muck is not nice. Especially with velociraptors milling about. I hope I never break a hip out there!
Please be careful!
My chickens have certainly taught me to move slower, mostly to avoid startling them, but I find myself even driving slower and doing other things slower and also thinking through things before doing them! I have found chickens to be unsympathetic to my feelings and problems, my dog is a MUCH better cuddle buddy when I need to decompress and shed a few tears! The chickens will peck at tears sliding down my cheeks!