When I cleaned the droppings board tonight all the hens were up on the roost. I went in and started patting their backs, saying "duck, duck, duck..." When I came to Phoebe for the third pass, I said "goose!" as I patted her. Imagine my surprise when she hopped off the roost and came towards me, chirping and cooing in her sweet little high BR voice! Smarter than my cat, that's for sure; Daisy only knows how to play hide-and-go-seek and tag!
