...off of my face. Dang. I only wear makeup if I'm going to go out and chase men...now I have to wear it to hold my favorite chick? Sad. She had been content to sit in my hand or maybe climb on my arm a bit...today she crawled up my front, then onto my shoulder. She cuddled a bit, took a nap and then got up and began trying to eat my freckles off. I flinched, she shook her wings out and then came back and bit my lip! I like my chickens but I'm sorry: no kissing!