Cinnaminute
Songster
I spent time handling my chickens from day 1. As they've grown up, not all of them want to be handled anymore. I have a few that seem to adore me, gather around me, and perch on me. Those are usually very willing to let me pick them up. I taught them to "step up" by bumping my hand against the back of their feet. They'll then step back onto my hand/arm. A few prefer stepping forward. Others don't want me to bother them at all. I'm lucky they let me remove them from the roost when doing my checks on them. And sadly, after having to drain my hen with ascites twice, she no longer likes being around me. She used to seek me out. Now she just gives me a passing greeting when she sees me.
I do have a few that were very stubborn about being handling once they grew up. I had to use what I call the "shameful chicken grab" which is where I grab them around the upper body, holding the wings down. They let me and stay still, except for one hen who will panic so no more of that.
All in all, I say just work with them from when they're young and you're bound to find at least one that may be open to handling. Spending a lot of time with them can also help. I adopted a hen who I had in quarantine for a month. She mostly sat on a perch by the couch. She ended up bonding a lot with me, I was her only friend. She ended up rejected by my flock so she was an indoor/outdoor chicken who free ranged by day and slept in her indoor cage at night. Sweet bird, came to her name, and would get comfy on my lap. Miss her so much.
I do have a few that were very stubborn about being handling once they grew up. I had to use what I call the "shameful chicken grab" which is where I grab them around the upper body, holding the wings down. They let me and stay still, except for one hen who will panic so no more of that.
All in all, I say just work with them from when they're young and you're bound to find at least one that may be open to handling. Spending a lot of time with them can also help. I adopted a hen who I had in quarantine for a month. She mostly sat on a perch by the couch. She ended up bonding a lot with me, I was her only friend. She ended up rejected by my flock so she was an indoor/outdoor chicken who free ranged by day and slept in her indoor cage at night. Sweet bird, came to her name, and would get comfy on my lap. Miss her so much.