The week after our Oregon trip, we knew we could no longer feign uncertainty about Bandit. She's a he. (If that made no sense, you might need to re-watch Mrs. Doubtfire.) When we got back, he was crowing a lot, and instead of sounding like a cat meowing, he sounded like someone making crowing sounds through a kazoo. Who knew chicken adolescence was so similar to people's? Bandit was also acting more aggressive than before. (See previous comment about chicken and human adolescence.)
One morning Eliza was outside picking raspberries with me and brought the overripe or otherwise unsuitable raspberries over to the chickens and discovered something: they LOVE raspberries. Bandit tended to take over the raspberry offerings and get more than his fair share of the treats, but hey, he's a growing teenage boy.
Eliza also made the observation that the chickens are so used to hearing her call her chicken, Hei Hei, that when she does so, they all come over to say hello.
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