Right outside my gate is a chicken coup. They have never bothered me with their wake up noises. I always say hello to them...in english whenever I see them "Hello Chickens!" They are free range and are free to go into the fields below where there are crops and flowering trees. The dogs and cats around don't bother them but there are foxes that will come in on occasion and steal one. They are locked up in a nice pen at night.
Recently, I have been feeding them left over bread. The red one will take it from my hand. They know me now. Yesterday, they followed me everywhere when I was shooting. They are so close, right under my feet. The big blonde one with spots watches me closely. He doesn't trust me...but he should. It's an odd experience having a gaggle of chickens follow you. I know not what is a hen or a cock or just a chicken...and do not know the know the french words? No idea...no room in my head for chicken knowledge. ...too many other pressing things wanting to get in there.
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