The little, wild finches have adopted me and certainly love when i feed the chickens outside the run. They sit patiently on the power line above, waiting for all hens to finish and the 3 of them come right down, not minding being bottom of the pecking order. I always wag my finger and say No No...
6 GLW's, 5 rose combs. Rosie has the only single comb. She thinks shes better because of it too. At night she marches back and forth on the roost daring anyone to jump up. When they do, she drops her head and runs at them like a line backer. They tumble like bowling pins 🤣🤷♀️ Drives me nuts!!