One morning I went out to feed my chickens and as I finished up with checking for eggs I saw that Marshy, one of my Buff Orpington's, had came up the ramp that led to the coop door way and was looking at me.
I said "What is it, sweetie?", and she just looked at me. I asked again, and this time she made a chicken noise. Not knowing what she wanted, I reach my hands under her wings (or maybe I should say by her hips) and started rubbing them gently. I guess that was what she wanted because she leaned on my hands and stayed with me for quite a few minutes.
I said "What is it, sweetie?", and she just looked at me. I asked again, and this time she made a chicken noise. Not knowing what she wanted, I reach my hands under her wings (or maybe I should say by her hips) and started rubbing them gently. I guess that was what she wanted because she leaned on my hands and stayed with me for quite a few minutes.