I went out once today to wander back to the compost heap and heard this thunder of little feet. I looked around and the entire herd of chickens were sprinting to catch up with me. I'm not sure what they thought was going to happen back there. They had already spent all morning scratching through the heap (which is primarily coop shavings anyway). But all 9 big girls, one huge rooster and two barn cats came sprinting along.
I always want to whistle "Chariots of Fire" when I see them coming.
Mine are in their run and when I round the side of the garage with something in my hands and they beat a line to the corner of the run and then it's elbows and blank-blanks as they rush the walk through door to see what Mum has brought them... Crazy Chickens!
Then it is the same reaction even when I don't have anything for them, but they sit at my feet with looks on their faces plotting on me to see what part of my clothing they can peck off... Buttons are their favorites to get back at me for not bring them a treat... Crazy Chickens!