I bundled up today to go feed our fowl. It is a morning treat for them to get warm oatmeal - this morning I fixed it with green beans and sweet red pepper powder. Yum. I also brought their normal feed and some warm water. I noticed they weren't as excited as normal. Xena started flipping out (she is our youngest pullet) and started flapping, flying, hopping all around their run. This got Elizabeth and Geraldine (next two youngest) worked up and I had three that were going bonkers - not for the oatmeal, just flipping out. I was worried that maybe they had some sort of cognitive issues - some brain eating parasite or something... Very concerned I tried to get them to pet and calm them down. This freaked them out even more and Bronwen, Geena, Georgia, and Martha started going bonkers too (the next youngest four) and they all packed together in the egg boxes to escape me. Henrietta, Annie, Mae, and Gloria (Gloria in front as Top Hen) huddled in a corner of the run giving me such glares... but were a bit braver. I tried to figure out... what the heck? I noticed that they were looking at my head. Yes. My head. It had a hat on it. I took it off. They calmed down a bit and had some oatmeal. I went around and gathered eggs (without my hat) and the other girls were fine with that. *sigh* Yes. Chickens are really dumb birds.