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My sister’s pastured egg hens sometimes have delusions of free-range-ness (and really, the fence is to keep predators out, not them in). The last time I visited, I scattered three red hens when I pulled in the driveway, and I parked my car and checked my phone before getting out. When I opened the door, there was a hen waiting there, and instead of fleeing my feet, she quirked her head around and tried to get into my car. I shooed her away, then went around the side of the car and opened the other side’s rear door to get things out. I went in the house, and came back out, and she had jumped up into the car and was sitting in my niece’s car seat, looking well pleased with herself. I chased her out and did not take a picture, but regretted it.
I told my sister and she said, “Oh, the hens are so nosy, they’ll get into anything.” I’m mostly used to the meat chickens, nowadays, who are just adolescent blobs of stupid , but the egg hens are ridiculously hilarious. And not afraid of cars in particular.
Also they hate being picked up, but once you have them, they resign themselves to it and will just let you carry them around endlessly.
My sister’s pastured egg hens sometimes have delusions of free-range-ness (and really, the fence is to keep predators out, not them in). The last time I visited, I scattered three red hens when I pulled in the driveway, and I parked my car and checked my phone before getting out. When I opened the door, there was a hen waiting there, and instead of fleeing my feet, she quirked her head around and tried to get into my car. I shooed her away, then went around the side of the car and opened the other side’s rear door to get things out. I went in the house, and came back out, and she had jumped up into the car and was sitting in my niece’s car seat, looking well pleased with herself. I chased her out and did not take a picture, but regretted it.
I told my sister and she said, “Oh, the hens are so nosy, they’ll get into anything.” I’m mostly used to the meat chickens, nowadays, who are just adolescent blobs of stupid , but the egg hens are ridiculously hilarious. And not afraid of cars in particular.
Also they hate being picked up, but once you have them, they resign themselves to it and will just let you carry them around endlessly.
