I thought our family was too nuts to ever describe this before, but we got one of our first batch of chicks so tame that when they finally made the transition out to live in the coop (and were enormous!), they'd fly all over and land on us. This was quite startling, having several landing on our shoulders and heads! Thank heavens I was wearing a ratty stocking cap.
It felt like an Extreme Chicken Sport.
Another True Life Confession: for the first batch, we would sit out in their roomy coop in lawn chairs with old beach towels over our laps & legs (for poop control)(I mean theirs), and a whole line of those big gals would roost on our legs & lap, jockeying for position.