I was coming home from a walk with the dogs when I saw two hens in the south pasture. The gate was closed and I knew they couldn’t get back to the barnyard.
I called to them and they came running. When I looked for the third hen and she wasn’t in the hen house I went back to the pasture. I saw her all the way by the far fence, pecking around in the tall grasses.
When I called to her she came running. Soon she was back on the right side of the gate and the three hens were reunited.
I love the “purrs” chickens make: until you hear it, you’d never think to attribute such a cat-like sound to the species. And it’s so opposite a sound, and more like a conversation, than the raucous alert that they’re laying an egg.
It is like a purr Amy, I never thought of it that way. 🙂