They were just trying their hardest to convince you to let them out (assuming that they were confined to the run)! I was cleaning my girls' house a bit a few days ago and they wouldn't stop yelling at me. They would only pause for a few seconds to breathe. I got so tired of hearing them screaming constantly that I caved and let them out.
I'm learning just how fast chickens decide free ranging is a right rather than a privilege! My birds out in the pen were harder to get back inside today, even with mealworms thrown inside as bait. And the Polish in the garage demanded to be let out as soon as I went inside. I spent more than 2 hours painting the coop, and she and the blue silkie got to roam the whole time. They actually ventured more than 6 feet away from their cages! They seem to be hitting it off pretty well. About half of the time, they were just standing by each other, grooming their feathers. I wish I had a big cage that I could put them both in, but they will have to stay in individual cages for another week.
If this darn rain would stop, I might do some work in the back yard and let the chickens out to play. But I'm not that interested in cleaning up the perennials in the pouring rain. Heck, there was a moat around the pen this morning! The water in the French drain was maybe an inch below the grate. And I'm on high ground.
Jennifer