not to brag, but I have a gold mine in my back yard...
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My friend has a clever chicken who knocks on the door to be let into the house. She escapes well too, She has a flock of chickens but this one stands out for her intelligence.
That reminds me, I did have one that was super intelligent and figured out a way to get out of the chicken yard and up to our door. We had to set up a video cam to see how she did it and it involved hopping here and jumping here over several obstacles. And while we were watching the results on the video cam on our computer inside, she walked right in (we had the door open), like she knew we were talking about her. I forgot about her, I think some breeds are much more intelligent than the farmyard variety I usually have, ha.
I love in the winter days when there is only a band of sun coming thru (we're up North, so don't get full overhead sun coverage). They find that small band of sunshine and line up in a row to catch the warmth. They look like they're lining up at the airport trying to get the next flight out after a snowstorm. Or trying to get concert tickets or the next iPhone, whatever, they look so goofy all lined up.
I call them pea-brains. That's about the size of it, ha. I've seen them fight over a plastic wrapper. Fight over one piece of food when there's plenty for all, everyone going for that one piece. Fly over the fence then can't get back into the chicken yard by flying back the way the came out, over the fence. They go back and forth down the fence line trying to find a way in, or try to force themselves the tiniest little gap. Hide in the corner of the yard at dusk thinking that will protect them from Mr. & Mrs. Coon but run like a roadrunner away from me when I try to catch them and put them into the coop so they will be actually safe.
They are very, very social. They have their own language and on one hand, care about each other (calling out if one of theirs is missing), but on the other hand can push others out of the flock. Maybe there's a reason, survival of the strongest, perhaps.
I joke that we don't need cable tv or netflix. We pull up a chair and watch the chickens.
they learn, but the pejorative "chicken" is apt.