So this morning I was just about finished taking care of the girls, had let them go hunt worms in the pouring rain, and was winding things up when one of them (my favorite one, who is a little snugglebug) asked to be picked up. Of course I obliged, and she nestled into my arms and closed her eyes while I rubbed her head, ears, and back. She totally made herself at home and was in my arms for probably close to 25 minutes. The other girls, meanwhile, generally entertained themselves in our barn until I was close to the 25 minute mark with cuddling the first girl. Then I felt someone looking at me; I looked down and 2 of the others were looking up, asking to be picked up, too!! So I put the first girl down gently (she was in such a snuggle coma that she could barely find her feet) and picked up the next girl in line. She just wanted a quick cuddle, and when she was done the next girl was ready. So I cuddled her, and the first girl got back in line for Cuddle Round 2. At that point I had been out there for close to an hour and a half and was absolutely starving, so the cuddling had to be paused while I went in to eat breakfast. I clearly need longer arms/a bigger lap to accommodate the demand for chicken snuggles.