We moved the chicken tractor this afternoon, so I decided to go in the run and sit down and chat with the girls before the ground got all poopy. It was funny, I picked one up and hugged her to me to keep from flapping and petted her, stroking her back. When I let her go, she would come back close to me, examining my clothes and clucking....by petting her down her back, did she think that she had just had sex? Oh, my!
... yeah ... probably ... Just chalk it up to a cross-cultural miscommunication.
