I worked a crappy nightshift and was late leaving for home. The I-5 commute was the typical headache. There was a half marathon taking up most of my city and the cops would not let me turn down my street to get home. I was in tears and in a fury. I has hoping my DBF was still in bed because I felt so tired and angry. I didn't want to take my meanness out on him. I finally get home and do my usual routine of feed the dog and chickens before going to bed. I opened the back door and my yorkie and all 6 chickens met me. The yorkie is so hyper and I was not in the mood to deal with her. I figured the chickens were at my feet because they were hungry and all they want is food. I got to their feeder and they had food! They didn't want food. I sat down on a rock and petted them as they came up to me. My yorkie was busy chewing on a bone and not so interested in me anymore (independent little cuss). It just ment so much to me that these 6 birds have so much trust and interest in me. The ugly mood and fury left and I felt at peace. I was almost in tears of happiness! I went to bed calm and slept like a baby. Maybe it was hormonal PMS but I'm just amazed at how these guys have come to mean so much to me. I figured my fellow BYC'ers would understand.