I remember those "first" moments. They are great.

I'd like to share a cute story with you. When my youngest chickens were small I began letting them roam the yard a bit with the protection of a portable fence to keep them safe. They were slowly learning to scratch and forage. On the 3rd day one found the 1st worm. The others must have instinctively known it was a prize, because what followed looked like a football game. Tackling and stealing the worm from each other. All except my smallest (a Bantam silkie we call Smalls). She stood still watching like it was of no interest to her. But as soon as the one with worm ran past her she struck, snatching up the worm. Without hesitation she ran straight through the bars of the fence turned around and ate the worm while the others looked on in disbelief. (I was one of the others.)

She must have known the whole time she could escape that fence.