My first chicken, Suzie Wilson, had a personality very similar to this chicken…sweet. I could sit outside at chicken level and she would just hang out with me. As other chickens joined her in the “palace” I expected the same. More often though sitting at chicken level became too challenging. Usual chicken activity around my yard is the girls looking for treats and even the stitching on jeans or my glasses would be something to investigate with pecks. I had to give up eating lunch with them as everyone except Suzie would be jumping non stop to steal my food!