Every time I would kneel down one of the chicks would fly up to my head or shoulders and perch while I cleaned. I'd often have to call my husband to come de-chicken me so I could get up.
They're almost eight months old and one or two are still fond of doing this. The hens are a lot heavier these days and they have long sharp claws. But once they settle in and roost on my shoulder or back it's kind of warm and cozy.
But the last time I had a perched hen on my back, I turned my head to look at something and my peripheral vision caught a blurry look at a poised beak and I turned my head back just in time and got beaked on the side of my face. That was a close call. I think she was after my eyelashes.
I think goggles should be worn around beaked creatures at all times.
