|Mildred, one of my two Rhode Island Reds|
My chickens are definitely tame and when I think about it, I’d say it’s because of a few things. I talk to them sweetly. I feed them out of my hands, not always but often enough that they meet me at the gate to see if I’ve brought them anything. I hold them from the time I get them as chicks or they hatch.
Some chickens are sweeter-natured than others. When Mabel first hatched Myrtie, Myrtie was terrified of me. Once she & her sister, Alice, got older and I could let them out with the other girls, I started feeding them from my hand and protecting them from the other girls while they ate. When they started trusting me, I’d pick them up and sit quietly with them on my lap. Now Myrtie will hop up in my lap, sit down and talk to me. My cockerel, Hattie Sue, will sit down and snuggle into my hand if I sit him on my lap. My barred rock, Mabel, has complete conversations with me. As you can see from my some of these photos, they sit on my shoulders too. My two bantam Polish have done so since I got them at three-four weeks old.
|Mabel, my barred-rock who talks constantly|
|Sarah, one of my white-crested black bantam Polish|
|My little garden stool|
I have a little garden stool that is on a rounded rocking bottom that I keep in the run. They don’t sit on it because it rocks so it’s clean for me to sit on. I spend time with them sitting there in the run. My chickens don’t free range due to this predator-rich mountain environment I live in so in the run I go. Anyway, I talk to them and just sit. It calms me and I enjoy it. Maybe I’m nuts but I think my girls and Hattie Sue get that I like being with them.