Chickens are chickens. I never wanted lap chickens. I am happy to have them chat when I'm out & about, & not spook if I touch them & apart from the Campines, who are a law unto themselves, that's pretty much how my little flock works ~ in my head @ least. I cannot vouch for the chickens.
Today was cold & overcast with showers coming across intermittently but all the girls were in the big run so I took my chances on getting the coop cleaned out without help. Perish the thought. Lottie followed me round, hot on my heels so that I was terrified of accidentally stepping on her. Ha'penny raced up & down the steps, in & out of nesting boxes screaming, having decided that seeing I wanted to work ,now was a good time to lay!

Everyone else wanted to be underfoot to see what I was doing & comment on it. You should have heard the ruckus when I had removed the poopy mulch but was delayed in putting the new stuff down!
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By 4, it was cold & the food tubs only held the *dust* so I grabbed the mealworms & started filling tubs. Three is usually enough for everyone to get a fair share but the girls were hungry & chowing down like there was no tomorrow. I watched for a bit because I always check no~one is missing out & usually it all works out. Not today. Lottie was scooting between all the different stations & couldn't even get close so I grabbed the teacup I use for treats, 1/4 filled it with fresh crumble & picked her up. She snuggled into the crook of my arm with a great sigh & set to. She's so tiny she doesn't often get choice pickings unless I intervene ~ which I don't like to do in case it upsets chickeny ideas of the rightness of things but tonight everyone needed a good feed to settle happily for the night. When she was full she let me know by perching on my fingers, in no hurry to hop down & rejoin the flock. Oh. dear. I think I am in danger of a lap chicken.