The thing about chickens is that they like to climbs on things.
Give them a wall and they'll be lined up on top of it, a branch to sit on and they'll be squabbling over who gets the highest point.
Sit down, and they'll be on your knee - although that's partly because knees generally mean tables and tables generally mean there's tea and toast within a beak's reach, and that generally means I get mugged for my breakfast unless I am quicker than they are, which is rare.
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