It would seem so. Incredible isn't it. She's an Ex Battery hen. Members of my species have abused and killed billions of her kind, kept them like slaves in scabby little runs, stolen their eggs, denied them the company of their opposite sex and the joy of sitting and hatching their own chicks and bred new "altered" variants in machines.Pretty much, but likely you knew that...
Your girl trusts you...
She's not my girl, but that is my lap she's asleep on.