We got them as babies, and although we didn't get to imprint them right out of the egg, in time they learned to "love" me. Nowadays, they walk up to me when they see me coming, and when I lean over to pet them, they do this weird thing with their wings, where they sort of spread out their backs and get down lower to the ground... hard to explain, but they stay there until I'm done petting them. I can also pick them up without a problem or any hesitation. So much so, that I pick one up, then get the other one with just one hand...
So of course, being me and not even being able to fight my impulses, I took both girls in my arms and walked across the street to visit my neighbors. I think I mostly did it to see their faces once they opened their door. They hadn't been home in a long time (months) so when the husband opened the door I got my priceless mental photo. Ahh... to live in a somewhat swanky neighborhood and walk around with 2 chickens in your arms.
So... my girls are awesome. They love me, they are lovable, they fertilize my garden, they don't take up a lot of space and best of all... they give us the best eggs in the world I've ever tasted.
And NO. For those of you who don't know, we are NOT eating baby chickens. These are only eggs, not fertilized by a rooster. Just EGGS. No babies.
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