As I left to go to tutor, the chickens came from back to front yard as I got into the car. They moved a little faster when they saw me. When I backed out and turned to drive away, they stopped dead still as if in disbelief. "She just left us home alone."
When I returned in an hour, I did not see them. However, they materialized when I stepped from the car. They were begging in a funny voice. So, I said, "Come on." They know these words mean food. Maggie May and Thelma disappeared after about four steps. I turned to look behind me and they weren't there. When I turned to continue, Maggie May was standing sideways as close to my toes as she could be without touching me. Then, Thelma came beside me. I cannot for the life of me figure out how they can disappear and reappear. I am not that feeble-minded yet.
As I ascended the steps, they came right behind me. I left the door open just because. I walked across the room and turned in time to see Maggie May already further inside than she had ever come before, almost to the ottoman. She stopped and looked at my bed. "No!"
She hopped onto the ottoman where I had placed my purse as I came in. I froze. She quickly jumped over my purse, then flew over my chair, landing behind it. Now, my chair is not against a wall. She looked around and decided to go into the bathroom. I stepped toward her and she stepped away, closer to the bathroom. I straddled her, sort of trapping her between my legs/feet. I bent to get her and she was faster and ran between my legs and toward the kitchen. She got past the refrigerator, about 12 feet into the kitchen.
Maggie May was skittish the whole time. I think she thought she was headed to the door when she turned to the kitchen. I talked nicely and caught her. She was unceremoniously dumped outside the door. She turned back as if she wanted to come in again. I give them bread for a snack once in a while. I closed the door and went to get bread. When I came back out, Maggie May was talking to me from the railing, having claimed Thelma's spot of privilege closest to the door.
She looked at my blouse that was three inches from her beak. She always looks like she sees a speck of dust or the pattern of my shirt to peck. IF she ever pecks me from her vantage point by the door, she will be pecking my breast. I think that will really hurt. How do you explain the ER doctor that your nipple was savagely removed by a hungry chicken?
One hen tried to peck a freckle from my leg; another pecked towels on the line of lint or pollen or something; another brought blood to my little toe and partially ripped off the side of my toe. It took forever to get my toe to stop bleeding. She makes me nervous when I come by her and she looks interested in pecking my chest.
There was no poop in the house after Maggie May's little adventure.
Do your chickens or llamas or goats or spotted horses want to come inside?