I never realised that chickens have a wicked sense of humour. Or that they could bond with a human. My girls have taught me something. Especially Ginger. She has decided that the game is to 'help' with cleaning out the hen house in the morning. Obviously, the more she squawks and stamps her feet, the faster I will work.
And just when I think she's lost interest, she hops onto the ledge above the nest box, with a look of intent on her face. 'Stop what you are doing, or I will jump'!
So of course I do stop and pick her up. And then she gets a bit of porridge. Not just a pretty face after all :-)