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You begin to worry about what happens if you were to trip, hit your head and become unconscious. Reminds you of those stories about people dying and being eaten by their cat.
Mine always get excited when I come down to that part of the yard for our daily interactions and chicken tv. I used to think it was because I sometimes had a plastic grocery sack full of tasty treats, but I've come to realize they don't care if I'm carrying anything and are probably sizing me up as a better meal in case I fall down as Woodmort said. Just in case I like to remind them that things will probably not go well for them if I croak and they have to depend on the kindness of my parents and son, none of whom live with me and consider them to be one of my "eccentricities". So far I have remained safe but make sure I have my cell phone in my pocket just in case
Sometimes they remind me of the beginning of Jurassic Park 3, where the tiny little raptors take down the little girl. I can totally see mine doing that to me if my treats are "inadequate".
I whistle for mine like you would for a dog and the roosters start crowing and then 32 chickens come racing out and follow me all over their yard. If I sit down they will get in my lap, peck at my jewlery/pants/shoes, talk to me. I love chickens, they are the greatest.