One of the things we are trying to do is get our chicken very used to having people handle them. Perhaps unsurprisingly the boldest one is the easiest to work with.
This one, hence to be known as the friend of heights, has figured out that the hand will go to a higher perch than is available inside the coop. A process the rest found quite fascinating. I was able to get another one to perch on my other hand for a few minutes and had to set this one down so I could feed some seeding weed to the new arrival. I’m assuming chickens are like men, you romance them by feeding them well.
I doubt I’ll ever be able to do this with some of the chicks, the timid one hides in the corner until the lid closes. Meanwhile, the most people friendly will continue to eat the best.