This morning I woke up and realized I'd fallen asleep in the second bedroom we keep as an office. Ironman was on repeat, so I shut it off, and got in my work duds. I headed outside to watch the sunrise and sure enough my little hens were outside plucking clucking and acting like little hens. So I grabbed the leftover teriyaki chicken my wife made last night and the remnants of some nachos (filiberto nachos are gooooood). I dumped those out on the ground and went back up on the porch and sat back and watched. My Barred Rocks have surpassed my fatty americaunas in size. They seem to look more like the traditional chicken with big ol butts while my americaunas resemble sleeker birds still. The Rhode Island Reds are somewhere in between, and my wynadottes are more like the barred rocks. The color on my wynadottes is very nice, and I like how the americaunas look semi-majestic; sort of like fledgling eagles in a way. Then my littles Rhode Island Red, after wiping her beak of sour cream on the ground, sauntered over to me and hopped up on my knee. I cupped her little chicken body in my hands and she just relaxed her neck and rested her beak against me. IT was pretty cool. I petted her for a bit, and listened to her soft little chirps. She got tired eventually, after evaluating me and pecking some of the buttons on my shirt. So she hopped down. Next it was a barred rock, then another RIR, then a different barred rock. Even my americaunas came for a turn. For ONCE, one actually was calm while I was petting it. It even closed its eyes. These americaunas have beards. And this one had a big beard. So I was fluffing the feather around it's head and I accidentally brushed its ear. She shook her head and stared at me like I'd stuck my hand down her shirt. She clucked disapprovingly for a second then closed her eyes and let me scratch her head some more. When she'd had enough she picked herself back up and hopped off. Several more hens came, some more than once. They'd leave the stir fry and nachos to come have a quiet moment then they'd be right back in the fray looking for chips to run off with for a while. Funny little creatures!