I read every single post in this thread, I think it is amazing what some of your chickens do!
I don't have any chickens currently.
When I was 8, I bought a chick from a flea market for $1.50 and named him Mr. Peepers. (although he may have been a she)
I didn't know how to take care of chickens, so he only survived for about a week.
Well, we kept him in the house and I would cluck and he would follow me around the house from room to room, and he would sit in my lap and when I clucked he would come under my chin, get in my hair, everything.
Even though he died, I'm sure that week was the best week of his life, since he probably spent the first few days in a box with 1000 other chicks being smushed and stomped on and stuff..
Let's see, my neighbor has chickens. I've visited once to get some hands on interaction time with her chickens and see her coop and stuff. Her house is on a hill, and the chicken coop is down at the base of the hill. It isn't a sharp hill, but it is a dip.
Between the chicken coop and the back of the house, the chickens know that is the "danger zone" so they will come as a group, carefully coming out of the coop, then ZOOOOOOOOOM up the hill to the safety of the trees/bushes/porch.
I LOVE watching those little fat birdies run!